Typhoon

Fingers fly through the strands of my

unkempt hair as your lips rain kisses over

the soft curves of my body.

You are a storm on the horizon.

A thunderous cloud that's about to break.

You are recklessly selfish, 

yet religiously calm.

Breathing life into the land,

 with your winds of change.

You water me like a seed.

I soak up everything, every but of you,

until i'm drenched to my roots and

drowning in the essence of your typhoon.