After setting her free-some fun is due

In my last poem
I set her free
and felt that I was free too
and something I should do
flood had washed my tracks
but now I began
to drag my shoes
tracks began to reappear
as now I walked slow
my handsome
yet serious face
looked up
and eyes moved
they searched;
winds blew
cold and warm
at the same time
as my steps
gathered zing
I stood stunned
one lamppost by street
sent in a shock and current
enveloped
to its stand and length
stood the damsel
heaven sent
blue eyes
pouting full lips
blonde locks
falling till the end of her frocks
her nude legs
marble white
sending me to heights
her full jugs
so firm
and well stood
that my eyes
got transfixed
her ample back
defining the full rack
I gave all my earlier birds
a summary sack
and smiled
she beamed in right back
with my magnet turned on again
she locked her hands in mine
and joined me in my tracks !

After a week

She says she is in love
and would be forever
and would never leave
she cohabits
and surrenders
in full
she is so dear
a possession is less
how far is freedom
LOL
I am clueless!