He is my Brave Cherokee Warrior, he rides from out of the past, to take me to paradise.

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I hear his impassioned shout, rolling like thunder in the night sky,
He is coming for me and anticipation makes me sigh.
My Cherokee Night Warrior gallops toward me, to steal me away,
I will have vanished from the earth, by break of day.
His long black hair is flowing in the wind,
Strenght, boldness and pride, sets him apart from other men.
His dark eyes glow with passion for me,
Once I am in his arms, my passion spirit will burst free.
Hearing nearing hoofbeats, makes my heart race, I almost swoon,
My eyes strain to see his shadow cross the moon.
He approaches, his majestic presence dominates the atmosphere,
My arms reach out to him as he draws near.
His greeting shout resounds through my every pore,
His sight makes me come undone, he is the one I adore.
He is the brilliant comet, looming near,
He is awe inspiring, but I have no fear.
He arrives,bathing me in stardust, he lifts me up and our lips touch,
His maleness overpowers me, I gladly surrender, I want him so much.
His arms enfold me, my head pillowed against his chest,
He spirits his horse onward and we gallop to happiness.