The clouds are thundering,
I'm sitting next to my window,
She sits beneath me,
her hands that move upon me,
her warm lips calms my fierce mind,
her eyes let my breath summer,
every stroke will unleash my misery,
every second peace my dither,
and
when the clouds of my heart thunder,
My mind rages with enormous wonder,
breathing surrender,
my body quiver with tremendous bliss,
and
then, showers of her love quench this thirst,
by sowing a flower inside her.