The Tempest

The Tempest
By Quizmo LaGrande

Limitless the ocean
Of skin nude next to mime.
Sensuality of fingertips,
Callous, yet sublime.
Your touch transcribes to tenderness,
Your eyes to fishing pools,
Domain of brutal longing
Such at distances be cruel.

Immortal love formation,
Pulse surges joining spine;
Transfix upon tenacity,
Meditate within my shrine.
Past control, my darling, stimulate,
Thighs tremble for our meet,
Deep ravine, thrust gently;
I humble at your heat.

Languid love found not
Upon this vast and naked shore;
Only tempest, hot and sultry,
No plead for eye of storm.
Hurricane of tortured want,
A mingling high with low,
Collide, explode in oneness,
Exponential scales untold.

Whirlwind waxing heavy,
Sensation wanes to sighs.
Exposed these naked bodies
Heed electric sunrise skies.
Exuding calm, exhausted squall,
Rainbows linger, glowing flaunt.
Peaceful hesitation waits
Horizon’s tempest taunts.

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