stormy weather by Robert Donner


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"Stormy weather"

I arose…
Hot, and dark…in
A storm.
Lost…
in the gale…
on the waves…
of your hips.

take my breath,
first, and last
with
your kiss,

if the first,
let it
last,
if my last,
quench my thirst
with the rose
of your lips…

hot and dark,
in A storm…
I arose
on the lips
of your rose…