She Comes to Me Like the Storm
She comes to me like the storm
Quiet and full of nature’s possibility
Air hangs heavy with expectation
Her eyes filled with lightning
We press together, whispers dancing on skin
Breathing in unison, as if we are one
Touching her skin my arms furniture around her
Our gentle rumbling of distant thunder
The noise disappears as our simple melody begins
Wind blowing softly through the reeds
A caress of lips held with a silent prayer
Fingertips on skin so soft, they feel without touching
A blinding flash and the clouds break open
Falling from our minds sky, drenching us
Undeniable, inescapable soaking us to our bones
Exhausted, laying there, us as one
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