She moves like silk feels
Against my skin
Her voice calls me
Awake from the dead
The scent of her hair
Of her being
Drives me mad
Not in lust
But for a person so
Rare
She appears before me
Riding an astral wind
The wind blows through me
I lose control
She is unique
Yes, beautiful
Perfect
I fall to my knees and pray
That she never leaves
My thoughts
My soul
