The thunder echoes it’s rolling vociferous voice,
As the lightening licks the sky
With its wicked tongue-
Like a serpent that’s ready to devour
Its un-expecting prey,
As the rain beats a rhythmic
Chant upon the roof.
While the lovers inside
Entangled in the electrifying storm
Of passion and heat-
That will burn until
The fuel of desire has been exhausted-
And the thunderous voice of love
Has been silenced.
But for now the storm rages on,
As the fierce flames of ecstasy
Heats up the night,
As the sweet drops of sweat
Mingle - the lovers become one-
And tonight lightening strikes twice,
As they keep rhythm with the rain.
There is no difference between "… echoes it's rolling…" and "With its wicked…" Except one is incorrect. ;-)
Why does your picture make you so devilish looking? ;-)
Ron