I love thunderstorms

I am plagued with the idea of you
Hypnotized by the wild in your eyes
Visions of us dancing like storm clouds in the morning skies

Dry ground finding the warmth from your summer rain
Kissing the hungry ground
Playing it’s own song,
Where the words found,
Are it’s own sound
Swaying in the wind, lost in the song of thunder
Embraced by the arms of the wind, kissed from the skies I am under


You set your hooks in me
The very moment I danced with your cherry lips and upon your body’s stage
May the thunder roll on
as long as I am playing in the rain of you.
Dancing upon your body's stage.