The Storm builds
As
Electric eyes danced
Answering questions
With riddles
Hidden answers
Existing
In
Zigzag pirouette
Of her confident
Grin
As thunder distant lumbered
Fingers pranced
Danced
Gentle touching press
Across his chest
Calling for his to follow
across her dress
across her dress
The Storm builds
As
Drops of desire
Begin
To fall intermittent
Tempting close
But never landing
On target
But
Each drop fuller
Each drop closer
Leaving
Expectantly yearning
To be consumed
In the promised coming deluge
Passions lightning begins
A mad race
Across expectant faces
As the distance slowly closes
The Storm builds
As
Her atmosphere fought
Against the static
Building dramatic
Life energy must burst
For
Her future was here
Her future was now
“Join the dance”
Her laden lips cry
Just moments before
Heated contact made
In initial drops
As
The storm begins
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