Come With Me
Come with me said she to he
let’s shed our clothes, get wild, dance free
I want to feel warm rain upon my bare skin
no one will ever know, it’s between you and me.
She pleaded until with a sigh he gave in
wearing nothing but his wry crooked grin
he pulls her close as hot lust fills his eyes
when the rain comes down, concealing sin.
The thunderstorm muffles their passionate cries
she, howling to the moon as he kisses smooth thighs
riding turbulent waves in an amorous thrashing sea
at last, two savage souls relinquish love’s prize.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg