Stormy Seduction Poem by Leah Jeanne

Trees bend and sway seductively
Dancing to the rhythm of the night
The wind whirls through soft, damp tendrils
Electricity sparks
Lightning strikes
Light arcs across the murky sky
Thunder rumbles low, booming its deep bass voice
The storm rages
The wailing wind escorts the cries of lovers torn
Whispering sweet sounds of falling tears
The loving rain cradles
Hope
A sense of renewal
The purifying stream a reassurance of reunion
Passion ignites
Secret desires
Held close and dear
Blood races
Pulse quickens
The storm intensifies the intoxicating night
A gentle touch
The brush of lips against heated flesh
Delicate ministrations from invisible hands
Caresses of the night
The scent of a lover floating on the breeze
An ever increasing need to see, to touch
One so loved, so desired, so cherished…

I miss you, my love.