His love is like a hurricaneAll fire and furyHonest in its intensityAnd inexorable in its executionA hurricaneThe roaring gale force winds ripping away all those thoughtsThat do me harmThe rising waves washing me cleanWith cold salt water and brineOf those conceits that blind meFrom seeing beautyThe torrential pounding rain changing the landscapeOf my skinSo that scars become sublimeAnd stretch marks become exaltedThe crashing flashes of lightningLightingThose dark slumbering placesAnd I am electrifiedMy skin tingling in anticipation of his touchMy body ridged with the thrill of his hand on my thighMy body aching with white hot fire for his lips upon mineThe calm serenity of the eyeReflecting me back to myselfAnd I rejoiceFor what I have is legendaryAnd you would give all of this up?
Vol. I, No. VIPoetryMorgan Collado