His lips touched her, drifting over her shoulder, her neck, trailing kisses across her skin, fiery lips pressed gently into her throat. She stilled a shiver and held herself straight and haughty, though the wind itself was in his kiss.

He watched her, daring her. His eyes drank in every inch of her; his gaze the look of a man barely restraining himself, from pressing her back against the tree and claiming her beauty bare with his kiss.

Come with me, my wildling fae, he whispered, his voice a slow purr. Come with me, let our hearts find the music of the night, let our lips find each other.

 His eyes laughed into hers, bright sky teasing endless ocean, as his fingertips again caressed lightly across the back of her neck. 

Gypsy fae, come and taste the wind. 

Darkest night and deepest ocean, the kiss of the wind on moonlit skin. Music on the breeze, Spanish music, flowing from heartstrings and shivers. Fae magic is she, dancing, bare feet lighter than the dew of the morning. His heart chases hers, his steps as fast and his heart as quick.

Kisses on the wind, drifting over land, over mountains, always to her. The every swift beat of his heart fueling the fire between them, eyes locked, gazes held. The slowest trailing touch over her skin, the lingering kisses over her mouth, and the slow tastes of the wine on her lips.

Wild the wind blows, rain falling over the land; her hair in the breeze, soaked by the storm, her bare feet kissed by grass. Seduction comes in my voice, reflecting in my eyes. My heart chases hers, searching for her. Fae woman, wild and untamable, I will not stop until my kisses rain over you like the drops from the clouds. I will not cease until my fingertips have caressed your skin, my lips and touch adoring the entirety of your beauty. I will never end, my love, my chase, my seduction. I will hold you in my arms, I will lay you down and press you gently to my heart, I will chase you to cherish your heart and to have you as my own. I long for you, body and heart and soul. Beautiful fae, and I will never end.

What is the winter’s wind compared to the warmth of your lips, my lady, my love?  My dancer, your eyelashes like transparent garments about your swaying hips. What is the sun’s heat, when compared to the blood that stirs within us, kindling in in our fingertips? What is the wind and the drifting mist, compared to the breeze of my touch, trailing down the length of your back?

What are the songs of the courts of the fae; and what are their wild lyrics, compared with the music I want to draw from your lips, the music I long to play on your body. My own fae, beautiful and wild, with skin of the moonlight and eyes of ocean. What can it be, that mortals call seduction, that draws the lines of my caresses over you, guides my lips to the curve of your neck. This ancient name of slow seduction, this is what guides my arms to lift you up, press you against my bare chest and claim you with the kisses of my mouth. Wait, my kisses, wait, my fingertips. Tease, torment, and trace over her skin. Wait, my softest kiss, and draw your caresses slowly.

Our love is like soft guitar, singing in the moonlight. Our love is like ocean waves, reflecting in your eyes, like endless stars. My love for you, is like a burning flame, like a ceaseless sea. My love is like the wind, moving over the whole earth to the heart of the woman I adore.

I love you, woman of the rain. My heart calls, longing, to protect you, cherish you. My soul yearns to carry you and stand beside you always. 

Precious, beautiful fae. I love you, with every rising morn, with every starlit moment and every fading eve. For every moment until there are no more, and for eternity afterwards.

The song of the stars is a song of love, from the heart of the wind to the fae he pursues. His steps are the breeze, his eyes the cloudy sky, and his laughter is the rain she dances in. With fiery hair and endless eyes she dances, with bare feet and wild heart. The wind is her lover, the man who chases the light steps of her dancing feet. The wind is my heart, and I am the one whose love and deepest desire is for her. Her wings are the light of dawn, the sparkling flecks of fireflies at night, the spinning sparks of mystic bonfires. In her ocean eyes, morning light reflects and warms my heart. In her heart, there is wildness, there is a love like nothing in this world, there is utter and immense beauty. I love her, with endless fire, with calm gentle strength. I love her with a wildness matching her own, and I love her with every wing-beat of the wind in my heart.

Your heart sings to me like music of the night, every beat meaningful, every beat precious. You are matchless, love of my heart. My love for you burns deeper than the fires at the core of the earth, and stirs vaster than the ocean itself. The ocean is in your eyes, fae one, and the rain is in every light dancing step of your bare feet. Wild faerie woman, your wings are the dawn, your heart untamed, your soul a priceless treasure. Listen for my steps, singer of the night, listen for the words of my love on the wind. My heart is pursuing you, with every step, every breath I breathe. The aching and longing of my soul is for you, and my utmost desire is you. The desire of my heart. The yearning that goes beyond words. I will come to you, fae one, my darling. I will come to you at night, and kiss you beneath the stars and the mystic moon. I will match your every step, match the fire within your faerie heart. I will come to you, in the rain and wind and the shifting clouds that match my ever-changing eyes. I will pursue your heart forever, and I will love you endlessly. Watch for me, my fae, my love. I come, and my wings are the wind. I come, with a love vast, a heart unceasing to cherish your own heart. I come, woman of my deepest desire. I come, with my eyes searching for you, and you alone.

Eyes bright, ocean-green, gazing into my own. Your eyes, magic, mystic, grinning back at me, irresistible. Your beauty, moonlit skin, draws me close, eyes and lips desiring yours. 

My heart is drawn as well, longing with love, to hold your own heart precious and dear, to be a refuge for you. My heart longs to be yours, and have you as my own one, my beloved, forever.

Your soul calls to mine, in every word and every motion and every smile. You are one that I love, with all of my being, with my whole heart. I love you endlessly, my darling, my fae, I love you forever. My love for you will outlast the stars, and I will never cease pursuing and cherishing your heart.

The wind drifted like unknown music, from nowhere, from everywhere. Moonlight shifted through canopies of leaves, and far below, a fae stared disdainfully into the ever-changing eyes of her pursuer.

Neither showed any sign of the chase, though they had flown over mountains, across rivers, through rolling hills and fields, unseen by the eyes of mortal men. 

Her fairest skin gleamed and shimmered in the moon-bright beams, and his eyes still laughed as they shifted from stormy gray to a green that shamed the forest around them. Fireflies danced around them like tiny shooting stars, the wind, his wind, rustling the leaves around them. She held his gaze, showing nothing, still as though she were carved from stone.

No words were spoken, but the wind rustled the leaves, and the fireflies made the tiniest of sounds. He reached out, and his fingertips touched her, tracing slowly over her bare neck. His touch drifting over her skin was the breeze she had known, had danced with, and she knew then that he had become the wind. 

He stepped closer, his eyes darkening and shifting to the color of ocean waves. Slow fire danced in his eyes, and his lips caressed her skin.

The moon lies in your eyes, reflecting off the sea waves, in your ocean eyes. Irresistible woman, lovelier than lovely, every curve, every centimeter of your enchanting skin, from your beautiful face to your fairest feet. Fae woman, unequaled in beauty, whether face or form or heart or soul. 

My love and adoration flows to you, naturally, like breathing, longing for the kiss of your lips and your skin, yearning to embrace your heart. My love flows to you endlessly, a boundless sea of tender passion, of gentle wildness, of love strong and steady and fiery. 

The moon lies in your eyes, even she, the muse of faeries and lovers, outmatched by the magic emanating from your entrancing eyes. I thrill at the call of your fae heart, your wild love. Let me wash over you, love like rain and wind; let me support you, love like earth beneath your feet, let me seduce you, love like a gypsy flame.