i am the wind
the gentle caresses
the magnet that helps
pull the sexuality from within you
so that you shine in your aura
this grey morn
your free wheeling hair
that dances in my hands
helps release the brightest of stars
your engaging smile
and ingratiating cotton
the warmth of your heart
runs its way into mine
this grey morn
the cool breeze
gathers spring onto your face
you soar into sky
- an alluring male
at his handsomest
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