Mistress of the Wind

Listen to the wind,
Hear his howling cry;
Feel his breeze surround
The bed in which you lie;
See the mark he leaves
After each easy caress,
Proof of his kiss 
And touch on your breast. 
Murmur along with his moan,
Watch the whip of his tail;
Know his quiet song
Demanding you follow his trail. 
Glide behind him to his home,
Endless caverns deep
Where in the night he shall be
To watch over you while you sleep.