hands caressing
mouths hungrily kissing
soft moans
outside, the storm unleashes it's wrath on the earth
we move to the rhythm of the falling rain
fast and intense
releasing our own crescendo
our own quiet storm
exhausted
yet immensely happy
we lay in each other's arms
catching our breath
yearning for more
sunday
4 comments:
This is SO HOT!
You're a wonderful poet. I love this poem. Sounds like a heavenly Sunday.
xoRobyn
Very sensuous and soulful. I adore it.
I really liked this! Very powerful in a few lines. And I love lazy Sundays in a storm too!
Robyn- Thanks! It was :)
Don- Thanks!
BB- Gotta love a great storm! :)
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