Black Eyes, Blue Heart

The Perfect Storm

She steps on to the wooden flow
Dripping
Caught in the rain
Eyes burning
Obsession
Vehemence
Can you feel it in the air?
Staring into him
The hairs stand on the back of her neck
There’s that feeling
Her white tank top soaked
Perked nipples visible now
He stares with fervor
Licks his lips
Hungry
Longing to
Taste
She bites her lip
Like a slow front
Using time to tease
Temptation’s game played
Puddles mark her trail to passion
The rain outside
Soothing
Yet can not calm the storm inside
The coalesce of fronts
The atmospheric pressure
Contortion between thin linen sheets
Like a winding sheet
Smothered in each other
Humidity rises
Heat index augments
Rain sets the rhythm
As their love becomes an elated melody
A symphony of dog days
Feel the rain drops falling down
All over my love
I want the rain to come
There bodies a heap of moisture
The amalgamation of perspiration and precipitation
Her body rolling like thunder in the hills
His thrusts like lightning
Their zeal as powerful as hurricane winds
They battle through the storm
Energy congests the room
Center of pressure
Climatic motions
Last lightning bolted in fury
The rain dies down
The sun seems to break through
Light escapes closed blinds
Flowing through the room
Peaceful clamor from cheerful birds
Love sets in as eyes begin to close
The calm after the storm


To understand my words, you must first understand my mind. Balik737