It's true she's like the breeze

Setting off car alarms 

Blowing through leaves

Winds been cold for far too long

And

She feels like a knife cutting stabbing a bone

Belonging nowhere

Blowing everywhere

So

She goes up the hill to be all alone

She saw his spark, a kindle one night

And

His heat made her swirl in lustful delight

Spinning her in a wind dance

Igniting his fire

Needing his heat

Wanting her desire

Now every night

His flames lick her curves

How can the wind taste like strawberry preserves?

His lovely hot flame needs

Air to exist

And 

Her wild swirly winds would dare not resist

So

Now and forever 

Their love is a blaze

A promise they've made to all of their days

Perpetually fueled by unrestrained desire

I am his wind and he is my fire