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The Storm

  In the darkest part of night, the storm begins.

 Thunder and lighting fill the sky, each glimmer of light filled her eyes.

 She walked slow beyond the line of trees where he lives.

 He met her there with tears in the air.

 Rain began pouring down all around, like desire repressed.

 Each moment was like the first time, felt Over and Over again.

 His smell so clear in her mind, fresh like the morning breeze.

 The way his eyes looked deep inside, would forever ignite her inner beast. 

 Her body aching for him, as he pulled closer and kissed her neck.

The moments spent enjoying her in every sense. The longing for, to come to an end.

The climax is where the story begins, and is the most intense.

◄ The Sorrow Of Tomorrow

Half Moon Bay ►

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