Right now the storm is quite far off,
Your fingers finding mine,
Distant thunder, disturbed sleep,
Our heart's electrified.
Your body stirs, your fingers yearn,
I'm drawn into your arms,
Rolled over twice 'Oh that was nice',
It's raining heavy now.
We lay back for a moment,
As thunder rolls nearby,
Your naked flesh, no time for rest,
When lightning fills the skies.
© Joseph G Dawson
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