Red headed woman

I looked out upon the heather
Across the glen
I narrowed my eyes
Against the crisp blue sky

There in the distance I can see
A mop of red moving closer to me
A fiery temper full of grace
A passion exhibited without disgrace
A woman built for a man to love
Sent to me from the heavens above

The scent of her skin fills my nostrils at night
Her touch insistent but light
Her cries of passion fill the air
As she tosses back and forth her soft red hair

She demands the best that I have to bestow
Holding me close as I slide down below
Pleading for release from her passions intense
I push her over the edge, holding her until she is spent

Over and over I see her in the moonlight
Over and over I dream of her at night
A woman with skin pure and white
With blue eyes soft and light
I dream that I see spread across my bed
Her hair a flowing red

Though she belongs to another and my dream shall never be
I shall go to my grave suffering in piety
Having never know the touch or taste
Of the red headed woman with an angels face