A candle in my window flickers the night away.
A western wind sneaks through and becomes flames.
In a storm of desire, caresses my hair, lips and all the privates.
Loosens my night gown, lofts me naked;
Huddles me to distant lands.
To a land where the shadows whisper His name.
Resplendent in the darkness He stands
Taller than the houses and the trees.
Gazes upon me from the darkness of the sky
And the wind becomes His hands.
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