Atmospheric Infatuation
Teasing rumble in the distance,
faint fragrance of petrichor,
redolence of rain nymphs
drifting along in primal scent,
like a mesmerizing lover hovering,
tantalizing, provocative.
Pent up emotion mounts, burns,
a yearning fountain of ecstasy,
love bursting forth flashing bolts
splitting skies and scorching earth;
saturate my soul with storm
relentless love of tempest born.
One with nature's searing surge,
I am consumed when we converge.
Copyright, 7-3-2026
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