After The Storm by Peter_From

Drenching rains, no shape nor form Howling winds, skies midnight black Lightning striking, a powerful storm Our little haven, now under attack Plans for our moonlit stroll are dashed No lights, no music, just you and me Squeezing me tighter with every flash Letting our two longing hearts be free Waiting out the storm, we cuddle by the fire Enjoying the crackling embers until it's done Soft touches, slow kisses, both showing desire Two kindred spirits, coming together as one ––Gary Player Have a great week everybody! :)) via 500px http://ift.tt/18leWkV