Sting of the Storm

by FTS Miles   Nov 20, 2004


It's cold
(this rain),
licking down my back and thighs, and
it's cold
(this wind),
embracing my shivering flesh, but
it's hot
(this kiss),
her lips upon my throat,
her Hunger 'pon my heart...

...so I endure the
sting of this midnight storm
for it veils the beat of crimson
to her tongue.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Amilo

    This one is cleverly weaved with a bit of hidden passionate love... I'm not quite sure whether it has anything at all to do with an actual storm, or if it's simply a metaphor... either way, extremely enjoyable piece...

  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Wow! Thank you all! :)

  • 19 years ago

    by Gemma Sinead Hayward

    Deep, very deep.

  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    wow, love the imagery. "licking down my back and thighs," iloved how you painted a picture of the storm and used simple details to make it more beautiful and effective. i really appreciated the last stance, "so I endure the
    sting of this midnight storm
    for it veils the beat of crimson
    to her tongue. "
    i love that you cokpare the girl, (or relationship?) to a storm and your choicer of symbolism and imagery is impecible, keep it up

  • 19 years ago

    by miss scooby

    It's amazing what you can do with your words...truely it is...loved the poem...
    ***With smiles***
    Scooby