The Sight of Lightning - Sensually Speaking
Sight of lightning, something to behold
Lighting night folds in tans and gold
Magical fingers illuminating sky
Vanishing zippers, blink of an eye
Showers begin, melting sugar, spice
Drips pelting skin, certainly feels nice
Dancing ballet, lovers admiring puddles
Foregoing rubbers, desiring warm cuddles
Licking streams of tears, salts rain’s taste
Ballet waltz, flicking droplets caress face
Blinking wet lashes, then dreamy surprise
Steamy gazes, lightning flashes brown eyes
Yes, enjoyable sight, winter’s dark morn
In formidable strength, thunderous storm
Without wonderous love, might be frightening
Yet shared delight, the sight of lightning
Love's natural storms knock off our socks
When lightning shocks like a jack in the box
Written 2/15/18
Contest: Describe a thunderstorm without sound
Host: Brenda Chiri
Copyright © Rhoda Tripp | Year Posted 2018
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