She came over him like a whirl wind
knocking his head side to side;
like a hurricane on a once quiet night.
He tried to withstand her, ignore her, but no...
She slammed against his body effortlessly;
there was no avoiding this.
He wanted to be apart of that wind.
She took him over like a possession,
And he was gonna need a priest to fix this.
He stumbled over himself and fell on his back.
She radiated over him with strength he could not control.
He immersed himself into the wind in which was her.
She left him suddenly leaving a little wreckage behind.
It was no matter to him for the sun had come out
And he was left with a satisfaction one can only desire.
grb
2011
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