Storm

The storm makes me long for your touch.

Curled up together, listening to the sheets of rain fall.

Under the blankets, warm and safe in each others embrace.

Wind blowing through the trees, singing the sound of natures fury.

The symphony of the storm playing while we lay with each other.

Lightning keeps the clouds visible in the black sky.

The streaks, cutting the heavens, funneling enough light through the window to keep our eyes focused on each other.

Your beautiful face, illuminated by the brilliant blues and purples of the storm.

Pure beauty, showcased by the wonders of nature.

A lovers calming touch during the wrath of the violent storm.

Looking into your eyes, and seeing the lust and love intertwined...

How I Do long for your touch.