the heat of the sun
a look in His eyes
a cool breeze in the air
His breath on her cheek
a light sprinkle begins
His tongue brushes a feminine curve
the clouds gather
His fingertips caress
the sky rolls
a firm tug on golden strands
darkening clouds
His eyes, knowing
a scattering of drops transform
His hands clench her wrists
a steady shower begins
as does His loving assault
the volatile atmosphere
compels their mutual craving
suddenly, a distant thunder rolls
she is held imprisoned by His will
a flash of lightning
igniting the heat between them
the torrent pours
and she is drenched
the rain pounds
and she surrenders
the pressure builds
and she submits
the wind, the rain, the light, the darkness
His breath, His touch, His kiss, His possession
the tempest subsides
and they still
for as nature yields to nature
so her very being does to Him
the freshness of the air
reflects the peace of her heart
she is the calm.
He is the Storm.
~~~~~
amari ☰H☰
