Swirling through her hidden trails.
It seeks the free and open fields.
Let go you sad and frightened trees.
Eros blows your brittle leaves.

The field is where the passion grows.
By mountains and their jealous hills.
Unseen but felt and little known;
ludus brings her greatest thrill.

The icy drifts of memories past;
erotic warmth for her at last.
Avalanche; emotions run.
Under that seductive sun.

Free to flow among her dreams.
Among the slopes she seeks to take.
Eros guides her every stream.
Pleasure fills intriguing lakes.

It moves the clouds; it moves the moon.
The ocean moves her heart’s lagoon.
Mania drives forgotten waves.
The tides are strong; it’s been so long.

Convolving deep within her mind.
Erosion of those hardened doubts.
She feels so good; he takes his time.
Eros takes desire’s route.

Nature’s will has been conceived.
Her fantasies have been retrieved.
Eros lifts their souls by force.
No one knows their present course.

So my dear, I speak with hope; deep within your painful lull.
Listen close among the trees and seek to hear the urging breeze.
Wait upon your secret hush; wait upon its sudden rush.
No two hearts will ever know, of when it wants to come or go.

But when it does, you’ll surely know…
your loneliness will have to go…
…the time when Eros blows.

- L.J.Riley Jr. - Compassionpwr@juno.com

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