Passion Within The Storm
by Southern Comfort
Thursday, November 15, 2007
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A thunder storm heightens my desire, for I was conceived during a storm
As the thunder rolls and the lightening dances across the sky,
My body reacts to the intensity, putting me on a sexual high.
I was conceived during a thrunderstorm, amid sweaty, tangled bodies and the smell of musk,
The storm made my father a beast of passion, consumed by lust.
I wish to lie in the dark, feeling the sky's lightworks display,
My body becomes electric, so charged that I smolter where I lay.
I want my lovers strong hands to caress my body as the storm roars,
The feel of ardent kisses and a tongue of fire, is what I adore.
I want the passion in my bed to copy the passion in the sky,
I want wild thunderbolt thrusts surging through me, making me sigh.
As my hands caress my lover's back, my lips moan his name,
He becomes a mighty gale, so forceful, with the power of a hurricane.
Soon on orgasm's cloud, I soar and rise,
I become part of the passion that rages in the skies.
Music: Animal Instinct
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|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|It is truly my belief that your romantic works are at their ultimate when you write of what you want more than what you can or will do...this is the expression of your desires that reflects the most passion and intensity in loves embrace. Beautiful work.
|Reviewed by Kathy Armijo
|Your words conjure up such passionate images. To feel what you describe is the height of passion.
God bless you. Kathy
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most outstanding piece!!
Gotta love it soulmate!!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|And then, and then sated I lay in the eye of the storm
resting smiling wanting more...the eye passes the winds of desire rise again...
I fell in love with the analogy of this one so pardon me for adding my own two cents worth...
|Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines
|Ah, SC, you and Christeen Feehan!!! Me, too (did I say that?).|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|LOVE a good storm, I can see you do too! Wonderful sensual poem SC.|
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|And there was a hole in the earth, made by crashing down entangled bodies after been sweep up and bouncing back from a ecstasy galaxy.
|Reviewed by stan nassano
|Thunder bolts....i love it..wow powerfull stuff here a write made for the gods darlin,nicely done,
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|SC you've done it again, you get the animal instincts roaming in each of us, when my man says whats come over you, I say read SC's post. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
It has to be "The Perfect Storm." Please remember, never lay your blanket under a tree during a lightning storm. That could really, "Light Up Your Life." Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
|Reviewed by Ted Bossis
|Oh my the forces in nature rise once more ~love & atmosphere * Ted|
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester