It’s true she’s like the breeze
Setting off car alarms
Blowing through leaves
Winds been cold for far too long
And
She feels like a knife cutting stabbing a bone
Belonging nowhere
Blowing everywhere
So
She goes up the hill to be all alone
She saw his spark, a kindle one night
And
His heat made her swirl in lustful delight
Spinning her in a wind dance
Igniting his fire
Needing his heat
Wanting her desire
Now every night
His flames lick her curves
How can the wind taste like strawberry preserves?
His lovely hot flame needs
Air to exist
And
Her wild swirly winds would dare not resist
So
Now and forever
Their love is a blaze
A promise they’ve made to all of their days
Perpetually fueled by unrestrained desire
I am his wind and he is my fire
