late last night, I heard
pouring torrents weep
slapping slick wet welps
above our room.
its rhythm pulse stirred
as i found my way into you.
rivuleting gold flickers
streamed patterns
lit up by the backlight
wet steam of
rainwebs blurred reality
as i went undercover
to taste you.
while the rain pelted its pulse
you found yours
a surrendered blending of splashing hot streams
neverending surrendering.
within the storm sound
its light flashing in silent screams
far into our secret coven
we remained
abandoned in our pursuit
of riding it out with glee.
2 comments:
Making love to the rhythm of a storm .... Fabulous!
there's nothing like rolling thunder is there?
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