Making love
While
The rain
Beats
On our window
Matching our rhythm
And our pauses
Increasing
In intensity
Building
Like handfuls
Of gravel
Flung
Urging us
On
Squalls
Whipping us
To a frenzy
Higher
And higher
The cold
On the window
Overcome
By the Heat
In you
The cold wet
Of the rain
Washed away
By your liquid
Fire
Outside
Winter storms
Here with us
Volcanic
Paradise
You are my squall
My tempest
My Goddess
Let me bathe
In your storm
Let me lie
in the sunshine
on the beach
Of your
Spent passion
Forever
Copyright © 21st January 2000
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