Perfect Storm Wet From your soft whispers My ears drink in the delicious nectar of your words Sweet lips stir deep passions Scirocco winds envelope us the storm grows hot Following the perfume I seek the source of your wet Velvet folds swell and open my tongue translating Sensuous runes on your outer gates My lips utter silent words the ocean rises and swells Plundering deeply into your Storm Temple Scorching waves crash Thunder and lightening erupt Joining, we are the perfect storm
Our path follows us, Knowing that we were never lost, The path of no path. Is it possible to follow someone else to a place only you can go?