She feels the winds of change blowing through the fields,
Those things she determines to be true,
Shifting like the night sky.
This internal revolution uncoils in the darkness,
Pushing through warm soil,
To burst free and bloom under overcast skies.
Secret desires on warm afternoons,
Luscious thighs and untouchable beauty,
Honest laughter from deep within stilled by heavy sighs.
And this key will lie close to her heart,
Metal warmed from pale, soft skin and steady pulse,
Held safe and sound as the air bows the golden wheat.
Oh she feels the winds of change blowing through her fields and she waits,
Soul thrown open wide.

~Noe