Tempest


All day long our passion gathers,
Like a squall brewing out at sea.
A touch, a word, a look in both our eyes,
And I reach for you, as you reach for me.

A whirlwind of unresisting, relentless ardour.
The primal force of a mutual need.
We move together in insistent undulation,
An ancient instict that we both must heed.

Our bodies heave and clash with fervour,
Like waves pounding endlessly to shore.
Our final ecstatic, crashing climax
Drowning us in a rapturous storm.

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