I’m shaking
Is it thunder
or the pounding
of my pulse
I’m consumed by the
fervor of your kiss
The landscape darkens
Your eyes flash
Lightning
Senses, tangled
Limbs, tangled
The storm rages
© 2018 Penny Wilson
I’m shaking
Is it thunder
or the pounding
of my pulse
I’m consumed by the
fervor of your kiss
The landscape darkens
Your eyes flash
Lightning
Senses, tangled
Limbs, tangled
The storm rages
© 2018 Penny Wilson
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Stormy indeed…Nice one
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Thank you, Michael.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come enjoy the – STORM
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Thank you so much for the Reblog! 🙂 ❤
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Wow! I so loved this!!! I’m with you and Walt! Storm poems are so great! This was so passionate and sensuous!! Bellissimo, Penny, Bellissimo!!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you, my Dear Friend! ❤
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Incredibly strong imagery, Penny. I like this poem. A lot.
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Thank you!
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I love stormy nights 😊💛
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🙂 Me too.
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