Yes, the air is electric.
There is wind and there is rain,
But the rain is gentle, like an outdoor shower
on a tropical island,
And the wind is reviving, it caresses the skin,
Awakes, restores, renews.  
Do not run for shelter
or cower inside
Awaiting the return of comfortable and calm.
Look up, embrace the cloudbursts,
Feel it, feel everything, take it, drink it in.
Find me.
I am waiting for you,
Laughing, dancing, underneath the trees.
I want to share the opening skies.
We have both been waiting
And this is not a storm.

Her words are ripened fruit,
Each a perfect, poignant peach
For trembling hands to reach.

Stroking first the pink flesh text,
Slowly, oh so slowly,
Relishing delicious words.

He takes a bite, sinks a slavering tongue
into creative juices,
Beginning, middle, please don't end,
He reads her with his mouth.

His ***** tongue infuses every phrase
She glazes, spreads like honeyed butter
into the words.

Trickling slowly
Oh, so slowly
Through each stanza

This is her molasses moment
She is ready for his pen
to catch her syrup drips, to stop this slick
Becoming a pool.

I want to love you,
but you make it so hard for me,
With this sadistic torment.

I imagine you are angry
At the way I have treated you,
And that is why you subject me to agony.

I was so ignorant, back then,
Blaming you for my own shortcomings,
I wanted you to change.

I tried to turn you into something you were not,
I starved you of affection, forced you to do things
Even as you protested, and begged to be set free.

Is this how you punish me? When will you stop?
Please, talk to me,
Tell me what you need.

Is it too late for us to learn to love each other?
There is no escape,
We have to find a way.
And there has been togetherness,
There has been delight, and even love.

Together, we have borne two children,
Danced with abandon,
Explored our limits alone and with others.

My body, my self,
Let me find a way to help you,
My body, my love,
Help me free us from this pain.