As the wind blows through your hair, and the thoughts they roam your mind, am I somewhere there among them, can you see my deep blue eyes......Though days since we last touched, seems like it's been now several years, like a fog that lies between us, this man can't wait until it clears,.....How I miss your very touch, how you look me in my eyes, the way you whisper in my ear, how you wrap me in your thighs......My pretty angel straight from heaven, my little temptress sweet from hell, the way yo