Captured

Happy is the breeze that falls upon your face,
Ecstatic are the eddies that follow the creamy softness of your
breasts,
Euphoric as they pass across your thighs,
To the richness in the red of your lips?

For you angels will fall from heaven,
For you I am your slave for life,
Captured in the rustle of your hair,
A captive of your latent sigh.