He came in like a storm,
Rushing through my veins,
I could not turn away,
As his gusts overtook me…

His hands where as a river,
Rushing towards the waterfall,
Taking me over the edge,
As we crash into,
A pool of ecstasy…

His mouth was like fine wine,
Wanting to engulf all of it,
But sipping it slowly,
Not wanting to waste a drop,
Letting it roll against my palate,
Savoring all of its aroma…

He was a hurricane,
Forming over me,
As if I was his warm ocean waters,
Together creating catastrophic winds…

~ by jbritt