Her body moved towards me
with grace and fury.
The gusts of her legs
and fingertips swirled
dangerously around my
hips and heart as I sat
breathlessly watching her squall
destroy all the walls
I have built.
It's a risky game to be a storm chaser,
but it's a devastating liaison to
love a tornado.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC
Her body moved towards me
with grace and fury.
The gusts of her legs
and fingertips swirled
dangerously around my
hips and heart as I sat
breathlessly watching her squall
destroy all the walls
I have built.
It's a risky game to be a storm chaser,
but it's a devastating liaison to
love a tornado.
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