With apologies for repeating this piece, it's only an attempt to move it from one location to another...
A glass calm sea, slight wind fills sail, high cotton cloud on tropic air.
She calls to me. I will not fail the wondrous scent of flowing hair.
She dances light on ballet step, with dip at tiny, slender waist.
I catch the sight, my heart is kept, my lip does tremble hers to taste.
And the breeze whispers a name.
She sat beside one summer night, my restless soul bared empty yet.
Began the ride, set loose in flight, she whispered soft lest I forget.
I knew her then; I know her now. She's been inside for all the while.
I wonder when, she wonders how we've come so far, this endless mile.
And the breeze whispers a name.
I look back not. I smile at dawn. I think of pledge yet to fulfill.
No longer fraught, the curtains drawn, her body draped in sapphire frill.
I smile at her. My breath escapes. Her tongue is sweet as morning dew.
To not defer, love's heart makes haste. Would give myself a touch; she flew.
And the wind whispers a name.
Soft hand on flesh, taut back in arch, moist breath on neck, it shakes me so.
I give the rest. Light fills the dark. She speaks what I already know.
She calls my name on moment high, and body quivers at the touch.
In love's fair game, the softest sigh that fills the room. Erotic blush.
And the breeze whispers a name.
Leaves in ochre, autumn hue. On rose's bed two bodies lie.
I know her now, she knows me, too, and together breathe the softest sigh.
Her name I call, a gentle song that tickles sheers hung loose in mist.
My name she calls, conviction strong, through lips that hunger mine to kiss.
And the breeze whispers a name.
The play begun, the open scene, two actors in the roles are set.
The words now run, and, in between soft linens, warmth is now beset.
And intertwined two spirits hold, in gentle grasp, each other's heart.
It is now time. It can be told. This time is of tomorrow's start.
And the breeze whispers a name.
She came to me in darkest time. though waited long for her, have I.
A love to see, sweet love sublime, the moment sought, the time is nigh.
She's held my heart in warmest hand, and reason to exist made new.
I'll never part this feeling grand; this life begun; one made of two.
And the breeze whispers, Amber.
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