Her chest rhythmically plunged and mounted
like the way the waves lap against the sand.
Each short intake of breath she took counted
she was enthralled by his beguiling hand.
He too was enslaved by her delicate touch
both of their lips parting like the soft clouds,
fingernails scratching, they tightened their clutch
until the wind was moaning, soft yet loud.
They began a tempest furious and strong,
the friction of their clouds made the sky explode
with flashed of white and thunder so long
as each and every cloud emptied their load.
You can find so much beauty in a storm
so let us lie together and be warm.
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