The Storm of Passion
The passion of a spring storm begins,
Clear blue sky gives way to grey laced clouds.
They expand covering the body of blue encompassing calmness with it anticipation of release.
Quickly the heat builds, the swollen thickness of the voluptuous soft form.
Their shape pulses and throbs with powerful vibrations coursing through without obstruction.
Dampness coats the air, condensation of liquid creating droplets of dew,
engorging themselves until they drop only to build pools of slick rivulets blending into the crevices.
Clouds swell with tension, their colors become flushed with an intense need for release.
They weigh heavily, filled with the promise of climax.
The unmistakable natural scent drifts through the air
creating memories of past passions.
Flashes of lightening repeatedly convulse within the folds.
Their intensity heightens as the air becomes close and volitile.
Soon the rumblings merge with the undulations of the flashes of sensitivity,
separation is impossible as they build with a crescendo to the most powerful cleansing of the entire expanse.
The atmosphere contracts and reverberates with a roar of thunder and moisture.
After the culmination of heat and the moist air, the tingling vibrations slowly subside to a low rumble of memory.
Julien F. 11/5/11