#stormylove
We collide like thunder.
Wrapped in your indigo skin,
Wrapped in your warmth,
Fingers dig through the ache
Of wanting more.
Coiled tight,
Clinching,
An reaction of skin
pressed against skin.
I wear your shadow.
Thick in your sweat.
Like lightening you stretch.
Your breath rises,
In search of something to devour.
Again we collide.
Striking the gap
of emptiness between us.
Your eyes searching me.
The primal urge
to connect.
Still searching.
Still craving.
Marking where we lay,
Until the next storm
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 6:02 AM UTC
The rain falls,
pounding into my chest.
After a while, it becomes wet.
It beats and throbs
between the drops.
The lightning cracks
and leaves its streak
a reminder of what it feels
like to love.
Trying to keep pace
with the water that keeps running,
swelling up without a drain.
There’s no escape
just wet skin,
bottled from the inside out.
The rain becomes everything
that it touches.
A storm,
drowning out all the noise around.
While the rain pours,
all I see is your silhouette
a wet slap to the veins
that swells and grows.
Thunder rumbles in the distance
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 10:26 PM UTC