I am Soul; I move like a needle and thread.

I pierce the crisp air with elegance and grace.

You breathe me in as I dance.

You breathe me out as I dance.

The gentle breeze is my partner and I follow his lead.

Your soft whisper interrupts my routine.

I move about the room like a paintbrush

dancing across an endless canvas. There is no paint.

You want my warmth so I blanket you with my dewy kiss -

as I escape the walls you have entrapped me in.

I dance.

I dance until I can dance no more.

You breathe me in.

You breathe me out.

My endurance fades; I leave barely a trace -

only the remnants of my dewy kiss.

You thirst for my Body; you can't wait until I die.

Handle with caution as I can burn.

Blow me away and I will soon return.

I am Soul; I move like a needle and thread.

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