Rain keeps coming from volumes of clouds
It trickles and cools down my passions that pound
Then just when I think I'm all calm and collected
The thunder resounds and I'm feeling neglected.
I need the rain and the touch of my man
I crave the chill that warms with his hands
My tingles go up and then all back down
Just passion awakening... they push and then pound.
Heavier the cadense merges with thunder
Body's take refuge within one another
The fired up reality ... it comes and then grows
Keeps budding the nipples and curling my toes.
The fever of flesh and the rosier tones
They prick each nerve with a sigh... then a moan
The whispers that breathe upon moistened skin
When floodgates are opened and love rushes in
It's the passion of storms that call upon lovers
Who roll with the thunder and move under covers
It's needing the pleasures that cadence with rain
Kissing our sorrow and loosening our pains
It's flirting with tender... provocative powers
The hot love of you and me with showers
It's rhythms much faster ... then kisses all over
Its wet things that lick in places that hover
Its hugging and bonding in lightning's rebound
Its loving hot passions that don't touch the ground.
When nature performs and passions do too
It's me within love needing no one but you.
An amazing acounting of nature - in the sky and on mortals' bed.
I grope for words to go on... but you just said all needing to be said. - With envy - Bill
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2006
Hey! Susan! Don't hold back, here, let it all out, tell us exactly how you feel. LOL Loved this offering because . . . well, nevermind, I just did. You corraled all of the physical emotions and wrote them in this poem like they had been waiting, just waiting, for a chance to tell everyone how they felt. Takes talent to do this and keep it from sounding like a porno movie. Not to say that porn is ALL bad, did I ever tell you about . . . Better not go there. LOL2
This is perfectly executed, and draws the reader in from the first line. The electicity and ozone can be smelled from the very pages as I read it and the passion arising from your loins must be intense for it to manifest itself so well into the written word. Very good Susan...and I love the rainy night.
This, my dear, is a StormSpinner's kind of write. I'll go even further, and give you my ultimate compliment: WISH I'D WRITTEN THIS SCORCHER!!!!!! Definately saving, beautifully written and felt; BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I love the accompanying pic, too. A StormSpinner's kind. :) All around perfection!
Blending Southern Gothic mystery romance, fantasy, theater, dance, music, and flashes of humor, tells the story of a pair of lovers in two separate time periods who find themselves battling an evil fifty years apart.
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I grope for words to go on... but you just said all needing to be said. - With envy - Bill
Saving this beauty!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Love Tinka
Felix
which you do so well...
Love,
Eileen
This, my dear, is a StormSpinner's kind of write. I'll go even further, and give you my ultimate compliment: WISH I'D WRITTEN THIS SCORCHER!!!!!! Definately saving, beautifully written and felt; BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I love the accompanying pic, too. A StormSpinner's kind. :) All around perfection!