Stepping into the Bath

Stepping into the Bath

 

When stormy brews in the blue of his eyes
I hear thunder roll through my body and know
rain and lightning approach to bathe me;
ecstasy in my forecast as the clouds build high
along the western edges of my awareness.

 

My body dampens with the droplets, dew
moist and warm as one front meets the other.
I toss my head back, and so exposed,
offer myself up, no sacrifice, to pleasure.
His tempest cleanses my soul, immersed
in his desire, I am purified from the inside - out.

 

Generations are born in this passion’s maelstrom.

Reviews

[Trée]

For the short duration of a minute or two, I lost myself in the now of your poem, each word pulling me forward in anticipation of the next and the next beyond that. Love the metaphors and the passion, shows in a wonderfully evocative and titillating work. "Purified from the inside out' Really like that expression. Excellent job. Looking forward to reading more.