Summer storm
the growl of distant thunder pulsates
across space and time
like some primitive blood
pounding beast..
it carries through the open window
flirting with the curtains, sheer.
Creatures stir, night sounds waft in,
mingling with a hint of rain,
a scent of petrichor.
A flutter of leaves
and a shadow emerges from the dark,
undulating along an electric shaft.
Flash!
His form moves over me.
Warm, demanding hands, cascading over my contours,
a melting drench..
