A Gentle Storm

A gentle storm blows in as their bodies glisten in it's salty mist,
As lips meet in a kiss,
The storm angers and wind sends them tossing and turning into a hungry sea.
Their longing, their passion sending waves of emotion swarming with the tides of desire.
As they give in to each other, a tornado crashes in their minds and the boat rocks in tune with their bodies.
Rain pours in buckets, as both sink in the waters, as a fire begins to stem between them, burning skin upon skin, like that of the devils touch.
Music is heard from two souls,in tune with each other, moving, dancing into the moonlit sky as one.
They fall into one another, hanging on as their demons fight against each other, a war of coming undone.
They breathe heavily, lips still rubbing against the others as the tide settles,the fire becomes a gasp, and the storm brightens and lets in the sun, and the melody softens to the beat of one heart.