He swooped from the skies, then was left Standing in front of me His face, sculpted by natures grace and savagery I had called to him and he answered He kissed me and I felt destiny within my reach I could feel the wind rippling through my hair I could taste the wild on his tongue And smell nature on his skin His long hair, soft like the down of feathers His body sleek and hard beneath my fingers His muscles tense at my touch Ready to move, ready to fly, but he stays Then I look into his eyes and we fly together |