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Up on the Moor

Up on the Moor


Amidst the battalions of wind turbines
marching across the moors.
I saw my love, 
Her hair blowing in the wind,
As wild as her heart is passionate.

The moors are cold as she searches for her Heathcliff.
When she sees him,
She runs and skips towards her love 
At one with the rugged beauty.

We come together 
Coats flung on the ground 
Bodies stripped, 
warmed by the heat of the other’s need
Passionate kisses smother our interlocking form
Driven by need 
We open to each other 
As the wind blows 
The song of our passion 
Is carried on the air to the valley below. 
At last their love consummated


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