Storms of Love

Sometimes, love can cause much precipitation.

The sound of the wind whirling is so intense Shockingly, that’s you breathing in my ear This is happening intensely but enjoyably As we explore something new without fear

You’ve saddled up to enjoy this long ride Hand in hand, we are in this together Slowly, you try to control your breathing If your battery is weak, I have the charger

Now, we are going up higher and higher This is pure bliss, even on cloud nine The storm and clouds are increasing But I continue kissing down your spine

As we reach high above the clouds Simultaneously, you and I exhale This is a journey for those in love Storms of love have much to entail

© Tony Young, Jr. 10/20