Passion’s Tempest
Posted on June 25, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
18 Comments
“A violent windstorm the night before the solstice.”– Jim Harrison
Here inside these walls
where the winds can never howl
entwined within your arms
tears asunder in majestic wonder
as we feed our erotic needs
a tangle of arms and legs
in tune with the violent storm.
Each crack of tingling lightning
as the booming thunder hides
screams and ardent cries,
resulting in a riotous quiver
Our bodies glistening with sweat,
reveling in this flooding rush
the glorious rain of passion falls
as sweet lips caress and brush
as the blowing wind abates.
Passion unleashed! I don’t think I can add to this magical encounter ☺️ Bravo!
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Thanks Vivian!
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Congratulations on Poet of the Week! 💃 😎
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Thank you so much!
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Love the passion here.
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Thank you Andrew. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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OMG! Erotic needs! Lusty eyes! Trembling thighs! Pulsing bodies! All in one poem! Erotic ecstasy at its finest! ☺💜
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LOL! Thank you Walt! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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You’re welcome! Loved it, lol ☺❤
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Your poem spoke to the desires of this single woman”s heart!
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Wonderful! Thank you so much.
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That was quite a storm!
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Haha! yes, it was…
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Whew!
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