Falling into the arms of the night,
the night, oh so black,
the darkness is blinding.
Caressed by my lover, the wind,
the wind, such gentle force,
running his fingers through my hair.
Melting into him, erotic lightening,
the lightening, fire races through me,
tracing my lips with his finger.
Completely surrounding me, his rain,
immersing rain, my stormy knight,
consuming my soul.
– Michelle Dancy, CHHC, AADP