I Long For Your Storm

It’s in the elements that I think of you sometimes the most.

wild blowing winds

With it’s hot breath floating to me from your fiery soul imprinting my cheeks with gathered thoughts of your wind burned kisses and the satisfaction of feeling your possessive tugs of my hair.

fulsome driving rains

It’s the wetness I’m drowning in from the excitement that you have ignited in the pit of my bellied lust, it brings gratitude from knowing long droughts of arid love before you.

 zig-zag incandescent lightning

It’s the unpredictable electricity of passion that exist for us, where the air just crackles with the eagerness of inspired fantasy and blinds me to your flashing brightness.

~m

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6 comments

  1. Veena · July 2, 2016

    Wonderfully expressed!A delight to read.Nature and its elements provide us a powerful refuge and release.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. johncoyote · July 9, 2016

    All of us need many storms. A storm make us know we are alive. A outstanding poem.

    Liked by 1 person

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