beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex

The Beautiful Storm

You know me

Well enough

To know that I 

Don’t play games

Whilst also

Being playful

Mercurial in

My understanding

Certain

As I crush you with

Kisses

Pressed against me

Unable to 

Move but finding

Freedom in the force

Of my direction

I offer freely

But the cost is this:

Hold nothing back

Test me and 

Find how I handle

The storm that you are

An ocean that believes

Itself a puddle

I call on you

Soak me in your

Warm, beautiful rain

Blow sweet storms

That toss me skywards

I land, get up and

Roar for you to

Give

Me

More

You are not 

A joke to me

Although i laugh

With you

Kissing and stroking

The giggles

Into silences

Then sighs

Then

Gasps

Afterwards

You curled around me

The sweet babble of

Being drunk on

Connection

You whisper

‘I am the storm’

And I tell you

‘The most beautiful, divine

Of them all’

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