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Women are like the wind
you enjoy the warm breeze melting your heart
on a blustery day.
you bask in the heat of their passion
on a cold winter's night.
you linger in the coolness of their seduction
on a hot summer's day
while it lasts
and then you move on to a different zone.
I am a subarctic zone;
a quick winter thaw
blowing my love kisses over your soul and your frigid heart
melting away your barricades of protection.
I am a subtropical zone;
a typhoon
drowning you in my waves of seduction
and my need to love and know all of you.
I surge upwards into the rivers and streams of your emotions
moving debris out of my wake.
Undaunted in my path;
I willingly destroy anything that obstructs me
in my frenetic pursuit of you..
I am a desert zone;
a heat wave
scorching you with my seductive breath
washing over you with my hot, sizzling come
rekindling you my fiery touch.
I am a seismic zone;
an earthquake
rocking, shaking your very being
smashing down your secure perimeters.
Barriers you have built up can withstand my jolts,
yet, your foundations tremble and collapse.
I am a mid latitude zone;
a tempestuous hurricane
balmy breezes that fool your defenses.
My waves of love smash into your wind breakers
crashing down the protective sea walls of your mind.
I am a torrid zone;
a volcano of fire and passion
searing your very core
burning through
and igniting your body into smoldering flames
with my smoky, hot lava.
I am a tundra zone;
an icy, bone chilling storm
freezing and closing off every escape route
you can not flee from me.
I encase you with my determined lust
to hold you
and enfold you with my intensity.
You cannot escape the weather,
nor can you flee from me.
I am driven with desire
I am uncontrollable in my relentless quest.
I am tenacious,
I am unyielding.
I will not acquiesce.
I will not concede.
I will not grow weary
until I have worn you out
in my tempestuous assault of all your senses.
Surrender your heart and soul to me
and me alone.