An Internal Storm

 An internal storm is brewing
slowly raging behind my eyes
inside me no smooth sailing
only dark and cloudy skies,

My tempestuous soul screams
my carnal appetite increased
my entire body is in turmoil
I need help to tame the beast
 
An internal storm is brewing
growing in its erotic intensity
we can take shelter in each other
that is if you have the propensity,

With every touch and every taste
passion escalates beyond measure
as bodies tingle from the goose bumps
we share a tempest of primal pleasure