Her footsteps glide lightly overhead
Rainbows are created from her smile
The entire sky is her carriage
He can’t help but dream of her awhile
Behind the clouds she playfully hides
A cool mist to greet the morning
Surrounded by the dance of butterflies
A beguiling smirk beams a warning
He stands boldly in the emerging gale
Thunder crackles behind the swelling tempest
Lifting him wildly off his feet
He ventures forward, she’s impossible to resist
She floats along the patches and ripples
The sky is liquid against her face
She protects the man from the raging force
Cradling his desire in her embrace
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