Lost in the forest
I am here having heard you
Is it the moan of the trees
The softness of your voice
like the smoothness of your body fitting this mellow tone
Where are you hidden
I am waiting
Gently sway
I am leaves changing colour as you touch me
I am a translucent never-ending steel blue sky
Opening into the warmth of your promise
All is a soft whisper
Rise up before me
Nothing to rush forward for
Nothing to rush back too
Sway with me then
Feeling the breeze on my body
Know the gentle cool of dawn on skin
Let us dance
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