thunderstorm
take my hand,
lead me
to your secret place,
lift up your dress,
let me take you
from behind
like a gust
of wind
from the sea
hurricane
crash upon the bed
lose yourself
in space and time,
around
around
up
down
soaked, smiling
in each other’s arms
soft rain
kiss
skin
again,
again,
softly,
tenderly
a breeze
comes into
you,
leaves
twirling down
from trees
in spring showers
Trevor Scott Barton is a public school teacher and a street writer in Greenville, SC. He looks and listens for beauty in the plain, genius in the simple, wonder in the ordinary and courage in the human. He is a freedom fighter and a whale watcher. You can follow his work on Twitter @teachandwrite
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