Love Storm

Oh...how I treasure the golden tan glow of your skin
and the love light in your beautiful, deep, dark and
hypnotic eyes.

The safety and warmth I find in your arms, when stars
burn cold in the night skies.

When starlight is hidden by the storm-rugged clouds,
when lightening thrills fill the air, when thunder
mutters and threatens the whole world, I so treasure
just knowing you're there.

Then when wind-graded branches claw mercilessly at my
walls...ooooh...I snuggle deep into the curves of your
arms where the sound of your heart beating steady and
calm stills every storm-borne alarm.

Then the light rises and the birds' singing awake with
the dawn...and then I wake to find that you've held me
all night...lovingly, soothingly, while the storm on the
outside and the one raging in my soul has merged into the
morning's delight.