Winds whoosh, whirl, whistle, wail and want words to vocalize verbose vulgarities at gentle tantalizing textiles teasingly touching guarded flowers, faint and semi-fortuitously flaunted for once in daring defiance of concealed dressing dogmatisms. Winds, Victorious, Travel Forth and Damn sweet, sensual scents to sensational reception. Petal pleasure perceived; wind wringing nectar to and fro As callously from class, I come: Commando.