*~* The Wind *~*

The wind howls outside my window.
Leaves flutter to the ground.
My heart flutters with them.
You are the wind in my soul.

I feel the turmoil of autumn
And wonder at the chill
Dispelled by our fiery passion.

Clothes flutter to the ground
Just like the leaves
In a disarray matching
Our primal lust.

The heat from the flames of the fire
Is nothing compared to Our heat.
Slippery wet bodies
Cling to each other.

Seeking natures fulfillment,
We wrestle into wanting tangles
Desperately seeking
The intimate connection.

The storm without
Becomes the storm within
And Passion's gift
Explodes into unity.

We relax into a warm embrace
Feeling the dying embers of our fire,
Sleepily resting until our fire burns again.

~* Never the end *~