A repost that suits our present weather and my mood;-) la tee da...
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When it pours rain I get urge to make temperatures surge the lightning~ to me is never frightening,~but always most enlightening~ I get a charge from the voltaic~ that's not at all prosaic~it lifts me so high I spread my wings to fly~til I catch hold of the star where I know you are~your thunder meets me with a roar~ just the way that I adore~ from thermal winds we get a lift~ on cumulus clouds we are adrift~we unite in stormy passion~spawning tornadoes as is your fashion caught in a vortex of hot desire we set the northern lights afire
I've said it before, I'll say it again...I LOVE THIS WRITE!! Passion at its absolute HEIGHT!!!! Yes, this is gorgeous. You, too, inspired by storm? :) We're two of a kind, three if you count the Texas Tornado, Karen Lynn. :) BRAVA!
You're just a passionate heart, Eileen, and when it storms, you pour on the heat. Your seritonin and pheremones must be in synch and charged on high! Can the match to your libido be far behind?
now, setting the northern lights afire, that's something right there! that's some heat and passion for the ages! a different style from you, but one that left me smiling and uplifted!
Pulsating and passionate, I'm so glad you resurrected this beauty Eileen
As the song says " Love lifts us up where we belong, where the eagle flies, on the mountain top "
You have gave the Den a salutary lesson tonight, on how real expressive poetry, should be concise and succinct, with the ability to elicit manifold responses from your readership
Well done master craftswoman Tiger Lily !
Peter
Love Tinka
I've said it before, I'll say it again...I LOVE THIS WRITE!! Passion at its absolute HEIGHT!!!! Yes, this is gorgeous. You, too, inspired by storm? :) We're two of a kind, three if you count the Texas Tornado, Karen Lynn. :) BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Sage
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
savin' this one! :D
Birgit and Roger
As the song says " Love lifts us up where we belong, where the eagle flies, on the mountain top "
You have gave the Den a salutary lesson tonight, on how real expressive poetry, should be concise and succinct, with the ability to elicit manifold responses from your readership
Well done master craftswoman Tiger Lily !
Peter