What kind of storm is this?
Where is the rain?
All I hear is thunder
Your ecstatic pain
And your voice like a song
All I feel is lightning
In the trace of your hand
I see the Sun and Moon and Stars
Swirling in your eyes
A tempest
Trapped in your thighs
I feel the howling winds
Your breath comes in waves
And all in one night
Your heart to mine
A slave

P.Frias