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Summer Storm

Lightning crackles from cloud to cloud;
Thunder booms both near and loud.
Rain begins, a cooling shower,
Refreshing senses in the midnight hour.

Here among the vastness of this desert land,
Your eyes meet mine as I touch your hand.
Sharp scent of ozone on the sultry air;
As lips entwine we cease to care.

Our bodies move in union with the summer storm;
Your kisses passionate as I caress your form.
Tempo increases as intensity builds,
Among these deserted, empty fields.

Far away now, the storm clouds rumble,
Echoing our own love wrought tumble.
Smiling, we give thanks to our summer storm,
As we snuggle together on a midnight warm.

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Summer Storm