I can hear the storm
Erupting through my fingertips
As I kiss your tender lips
Bursting like a volcano
Across your body
Waiting for your hot lava
Around my thirsty soul
I yearn for your scent
When I inhale the winter
Breeze in the air
Fill me with the essence
Of you
I can feel the tornado in
Your eyes drowning
In our passion
While we make love
Your internal pressure
Giving way to my winds
Let my love find and fill you
With peace in the eye of my
Thunder storm of love
I can hear you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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