Storms are not relegated just to the sky,
They’re raging on in lover’s eyes.
Torrents of lust and passions bold,
In each others arms their instincts hold.
Control and thoughts most surely fleet,
As pheromones lead them off their feet.
Entwined their hearts will finally merge,
Giving in to primitive animal urge.
In shuddering release the stars ignite,
No longer capable of offering up a fight.
With tender caress the lovers complete,
Off they drift to sleeps retreat.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~