The mountainous blustery winds attract my soul,
leaving passions and yearning in my being.
I call out into the deafening gusts,
seeking to hear his voice, feel his spirit.

I know he is out there, listening for my call,
welcoming me to his arms to caress and to love me.
Hold me like he did so many times in our lives,
a blending of our souls to strengthen our fervor and promise.

An affection stronger than the forces of powerful gusts,
lingers with intense cravings and aches in the pit of my core.
Come home, come home, my darling for I wait,
underneath our favorite pine trees atop the mountain.

The place where we first felt the intensity of our feelings,
mornings dew lay heavy on our bodies as the sun woke us.
He wiped the glistening dampness out of my hair,
kissed my warm lips until they stung from his desires.

I wait, my inner-self longs his warmness,
come, visit me in spirit, if for only a moment, time's long.
His spirit lingers and desires for me to come to him,
come, come visit me, if for only a moment.

Gusts hug my shoulders as though he is here,
a warmness heats my soul as I feel he is here by me.
Drops of rain allow me to know he is shedding tears,
knowing I'm here longing for him to come to my open arms.

I know he is out there waiting for my call,
beckoning his arms to caress and to love me.
Hold me like he did so many times earlier in our lives,
a blending of our souls strengthened our fervor and promise.

Come home, come home, my darling, I wait,
underneath our favorite pine trees atop the mountain.
My arms are opened, my heart beats of joy, I ache for your arms, 
a touch on my breasts, a kiss on my forehead, a "I love you."

I know he is out there, wanting to stroke my face,
touch the softness of my flesh, feel the curls in my hair,
kiss the freshness of my moist lips, pull me against him,
feel the passions as we consummate our union again,
come home, come home, my darling, I wait.

The rain brushes against my face,
I feel the surge of the breeze against my body,
the tenderness of his spirit is within my soul,
knowing he is here with me, if for only a moment.

Come home, come home, my darling, I wait,
underneath the pines atop the mountain.
My arms ache to hold you one more time,
feel your chest nuzzle against mine,
come home, come home, my darling, I wait.
   

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