storm tree

she waits
holding to the thrill
of his slow approach
known
consented to

she sways
as he nears
electricfying skin
willing
soon to be covered
in her lover’s sweat

she accepts
his sonorous voice
dances her furious dance
eyes closed
flailing limbs
lost in the passion of it all

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