Late Night Thunderstorms

A quiet whisper between the raindrops,
A gentle dance, blind fumbling.
Passion play of lips and tongues
Pressing, toying, kissing, releasing.

Desperate fingers exploring everything
Within their touch. power, dominance,
A delicate struggle for control
Fingers grasp - jump at the chance.

A soft song between the thunder.
Bodies dancing, movements in time
Always nearby, yet untraveled territory
Clinging, gasping, fingers intertwine

Forbidden fruit so carelessly tasted
Savored moments, a rare fruit indeed
The most succulent delicacy
Entirely familiar, but still out of reach

Secrets, lovers and whispered words
That common battle of kiss and touch
They've known each other all their lives
and never wanted anything as much