You know a storm is brewing
You can feel it in the air.
A subtle shift of atmospheric pressure that stands on end every hair
From forearm to the ticklish spot on the back of your neck...
The one he knows all about,
and you say you wish you'd never told him,
But it's a lie.
You know that even strained laughter (while trying not to let an uncontrollable jerk of the elbow black his...