For His New Love It Rained the Perfect Storm

For His New Love It Rained The Perfect Storm he walked to her door happily and into her world all knowing of no knots to tie, no pretenses, all knowing of what to expect and mostly noted, eyes opening ... they were both set free from enslaved past, two lonely souls coming together, ... embarking in search of blue seas, before he knocked she opened the door she was waiting their eyes met and in his mind his boat was soon, ... was soon to be docking into her pier and in her heart, freshness, ... and she, too, was thinking likewise, her pier was empty, ... empty for his boat to sail home, a new adventure for her, the wind howling a perfect storm stemming, unknowingly out in their horizons waves of heat ... steam temptation growing, growing with each wave of passion, their eyes meet, mirrors of strong waves, crashing, crashing into each other, she nods, a slight purr escaping her lip his cue he takes her to sea, to ecstasy, exploring her coral kingdom and uncharted waters as she basks capriciously in his embrace in his tides, whirling about as the waves hit her sunny shores thrashing about relentlessly as incessant sounds of the wind picking up speed howling, howling with bigger sets of waves, hurricane like forces hitting home she rest on the bottom, drowning like, gasping for air and he, too submerged, gasping for air, thumbing, tumbling to greater depths pockets of air bubbles surfacing mimicking the beads of sweat raining from their bodies their love pooling pointing towards the clouds ... poking the clouds to burst ... and did they ... ever it rained hard ... it rained the perfect storm connie pachecho 3/22/17