warm southern wind sings her breathy melody
stirs her voice into the deep wine dark of the night
full moon hangs heavy on her witching song
she is a heady siren, a fiery muse
gentle kisses to entice a sudden lack of inhibition
a stubborn, sultry passion set ablaze in the hearts
of those who dare stand to meet her
and carelessly indulge in her sound--
raw as sugar cane, strong as moon shine
relentless vixen, she, the southern wind.

mouth open, deep things stirred. perfect.
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