Outside, a thunderous hurricane,
dark skies, lightening, furious
rains. Tree branches in the air.
Splattering sounds from windows.
Inside, curled up in bed against
your chest, your arms around me,
hands caressing my skin. I hear
your heart saying - love you,
love you, love you...
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