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Lying awake, knowing that you would
come to me, window open,
moon full and shining through,
giving a warmth to the dark room.
The sound of the dry leaves stirring
gives way that your presence is about
to enter through my window.
Tree branches whistling
as your ever presence is nearing.
Light flickering as the dancing branches welcome you.
Waiting impatiently for my nightly prince,
imagining the rush of emotion upon your arrival.
Then through the window, you make your entrance,
caressing my lips and skin with anunexpected tingling, cool sensation.
It is so stimulating and erotic, only for the moment...
Yet, where did you go, my strange nightly prince?
With sudden realization,
you are only the Wind, stranger of the night,
coming at will and departing with the next breath...
Fair winds, my strange Prince of the Night