The Wind Cries Her NameA Poem by IotaA Love PoemIt took a life time of stepping through broken pieces of past lovers left in the wake of mistrust, lies, deceit, false hearts and forgotten lust The Wind Whispers Their Names Each of us played our roles as the hero and the foe never understanding that love is an education, mastered by the wise God has blessed me with the wisdom for discerning between a good girl, evil lady, a bad seed, and a functional woman A fool doesn’t understand there differences Lord, I have a woman, a real woman God knows, she is good to me, in every way she gives me loving, both night and day I feel like I am the center of her world The Wind Cries Her Name She has me wrapped around her fingers her foot presses down hard against my soul I am insane with infatuation of her flirtatious ways I want to scream out for everyone to hear Instead I hold on to that which is real anchoring my strong arms, around her waist together we make invisible snow angels in the gusting, never ending wind I never knew that love could transcend the physical reaching deep into my mental and emotional being If you sit quietly and listen carefully you can hear the wind crying out her name I can’t breathe without smelling her sexual essence My skin doesn’t feel without remembering her touch Her voice I hear, even above my own conciseness The taste of her skin is sweeter than... sugar, molasses, honey, straw berries and candy yams Even if
mixed together they are lacking the sweetness that lives in paradise between her shapely legs She is Aphrodite, a Goddess, my Raven Queen Listen closely, as the wind cries her name © 2009 IotaFeatured Review
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