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 sound of the violin carries on the wind, and my love dances, bare feet tripping lightly in the grass. My heart stirs, and is drawn to her irresistibly, my soul urging me to catch her up in my arms and dance with her endlessly.
My heart urges love through my veins, flowing from my pen, from all that I am to her own heart. She is beautiful beyond beautiful, wondrous, more precious to me than life.
To wake up to her in the morning would be bliss; to fall asleep with her in my arms, would be heaven. She is my true-love, forever and ever. To love her forever, cherish her forever, is the calling of my heart.
My love. Your eyes are the ones that hold mine; irresistible. You are my best friend, the one my heart longs to hold, and the one I want to know my heart. My longing is for you, your beauty and the beauty of your heart, my love.
You are the friend of my soul, you are the lovely fae of my dreams. Your voice and your laughter is the music that I want to wake up to every morning. You are the one I yearn to protect, cherish, and adore, forever. My love.
Love of my heart, friend of my soul. Woman who haunts my dreams, I love you. No matter what wild winds blow, I will stand with you, fight alongside you through battles, and carry you away to a place of rest. My arms will never seek to do what is not comfort and protection to you. My heart will never do that which is inspired by utter love for you. You are safe, my love, in my arms and in my heart, surrounded by my love you will be safe.
No matter the dark, creeping oe’r the moon, no matter the calls of strange creatures of the night. No matter the fears, no matter the dangers, I will be with you.
When the ground shakes, and the sky grows dark; when the rains cease to be gentle friends and turn to storms, I will be here. I will be steady ground beneath your feet, and I will not let floods wash you away.
I love you. O woman, love of my heart, know that no matter flood or fire or storm or hell itself, I will not leave you to fight alone. With all my strength and voice and love, I will hold you dearer than life itself,and fight to keep your head above water, carry you over broken rocks. In my love you will be safe, wondrous, precious, dearest to my heart. You have my love, my promise, my faithfulness. Forever.
They are the words I long to whisper into your ears. My own. My beloved. I long to enfold you in my arms, holding you against my heartbeat, and say all the things my heart yearns for you to know.
I love you. Love of my heart, my cherished and my longed-for. I am yours, with all the love I have. You are my beautiful treasure, my true love, more dear to me than life itself.
I long to hold you, every morning when we wake and the sun lights your eyes, and whisper these truths to your heart. I dream, of taking you in my arms, gazing into your ocean eyes, and speaking of my love for you with soft words and softer kisses. I love you, beautiful fae. I love you with the heart of the wind, and a love uncontainable, endless, vaster than the stars. My heart sees you with eyes of love, seeing all you are and loving you utterly. I love you, forever and eternally.
Song of the stars
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.