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To the storm
clouds rolling in,
to the thunder
trembling through her,
to the threatening
strike
and the wind tearing
at her clothes
she said: “I’ve
been expecting you,
even hunted for
you, leaving a trail
of my scent for
you to find,
seeking your
closeness, your knowledge,
I will devour
every exposed and hidden part of you,
my soul clamouring
to receive what you are,
what you’re
offering, I will take, I will take you, I want your all.”
Very intimate and filled with depth, consuming the void left by passion. An enjoyable read indeed. Greetings!
ReplyDeleteThese are the truths of one hopelessly lost (in love...)
ReplyDeletestorms on my own mind of late. Here's a little slice of something I finished a few days ago:
ReplyDeleteThunder stomps distance.
The sky whirls a skirt
of rain.
Storm leaps lightning.
Hot air flees on a wet,
cool wind.
First raindrops spatter.
Still two shadows cling,
no space between.
Charles, I like your storm ☺
DeleteShe's like a predator.
ReplyDeleteFirst days of love.
ReplyDeleteRemembering Love, friend Shadow ... Always, cat.
ReplyDeleteah, to be in love!
ReplyDeletelove your photo as well.
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