Some might say
It began with
The play
In the lawn
Combined with the
chase
Of dancing
eyes
Made it clear
On this sunny day
A storm was on the
way
Shelter sought
In a keep
Holding bound tales
Some expensive
Some cheap
And on this sunny day
A storm was on the way
For
In her eyes
Lightning danced
ferocious
Matching
The rumble
Of the gentle
coating thunder
Felt
From the power of
her sway
She stood on the
stair
Lips moist beckon
In seductive half
smile
Saying
“I just need to
look
for a book.
Follow if you want.”
A gentle turn
Assured to catch
the eye
Of him
As the cry
from her
hips was
To try
To catch
To catch me
if you can.
Her lithe finger
seductively traced
Along bindings
cracked
By the tension of
holding
Holding for so long
As electricity
tracked
From feeling the
closeness
Of him
Stolen glances
From books
To the other
Built electricity
Of the air
The Bitten lower
lip
Seductively turned
Into a smile
As the distance between
Slowly disappeared
As the two sought
shelter
From the oncoming
storm
“What are you
looking for?”
He said
Soft lean
accompanied his caress
“Oh,”
She tilted her head forward
In her turn towards
“I think I’ve found
it.”
Distance diminished
Contact
made
The glory of the
storm
raged
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