Tomorrow's Storms

That storm, that ravaging storm
With thunder, and lightning.
Your kiss.
That wind, that swirling wind
Your desire, your gathering desire.
That storm, that raging storm,
Your lust, your need to taste.
Your fears in the swirling winds
mine, in the gaze upon.
Taste us, sweet lover.
Taste us, here.
For storms die in the time
the time to be one
the time, gone.
Tomorrow's storms are yours.
Tomorrow's storms are mine.