Wednesday, January 7, 2009

The Storm.


The howling wind;
Wrapped in his arms,
Her skin,
Cool against his...

The rustling leaves;
Searched by his palms,
Her body,
Pulsating with his...

The deafening thunder;
Locked in his embrace,
Her lips,
Caressing his...

The pouring rain;
Exhilarated by his voyage,
Her gasps,
Subdued by his.,.

The seizing storm;
Laying beside him,
Her mind,
At ease with his...

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