The feverous passion of a stormy night

Your unshaven cheek brushing mine
In the crackling black tempestuous air, I fall into you

Spiraling into this cherished place, nirvana that is ours alone
where the air is thick and ripe with the essence of our love
and in the flickering candlelight, a storm rages as our souls unite
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

21 Comments on “Frenzy

  1. see, the storm outside would so scare me – lightening and thunder would have me hiding under the covers – and nothing else 🙂

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