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In the eye of the storm
Tarmac, hard to breathe, the birds fall quiet, The air is still, a sign, a portent, if you will. A sign a storm is not far off, distant thunder Scares the dog, riles the cat, new milk turns Sour, beware the lightning, don’t go out. ** The swirl of the wind, and the rush of the rain, Down thunderbolt alley near flash lightning lane, Humidity's high, take a dip in the air, the latest Hair fashion's a frizzy affair. The cauldron is Bubbling the fire's burning high, there's fireworks
In heaven and fire in your eyes.
A night, to throw back the covers when lightning Bolts strike. Hearts throb to the thunder, lips long For the rain, sweet kisses abound in tempestuous
Rage.
Rumble of thunder, a billion volt charge. Intimate Shadows flick-flash then they're gone, a heart
Stopping light show, a strobing light storm.
Arms, and muscles, grip blood, bones, and skin, A lover's crescendo that lasts until dawn, a Passionate night, in the eye of the storm.
© Joseph G Dawson
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