Natures Dance

Hands to the sky,
head thrown way back;
mouth open wide,
to taste the skys wrath.

Flurrys and passion,
storms filled with song;
music and laughter,
all thoughts eagerly sought.

It lands on your tongue,
your fingers are numb;
eyes closed deliciously,
your heart starts to run.

Nerves filled with wonder,
expression unchecked;
like stars on a clear sky,
or mist in a glen.

The sky torn asunder,
like a briliant light show;
laughing and twirling,
the rivers overflow.

Shivers and goosebumps,
a lovers caress;
ice laced with love,
passion unchecked.

Silky and sweet,
tasting so fine;
your spirit is heady,
like a finely aged wine.

Promises of pleasure,
in that icy massage;
slivers of fear,
from the clouds determined facade.

Hair brushed back gently,
ice quenching your lust;
standing there helpless,
blown in the gust.

Thunder cracks mighty,
the sting of its lash;
beckon you nearer,
helpless to pass.

Eyes open wide,
so as to not miss a thing;
fear overshadowed by wonder,
pleasure beat out pain.

Stepping outside,
to face the worlds wrath;
hands raised in surrender,
while it begins to attack.

Bombarding your senses,
with cold slivers of pain;
the crack of the thunder,
wind calling your name.

Whispers the only sound,
above the howling and cries;
of hair whipping madly,
nerves trembling and wild.

Eagerly seeking,
the sting of natures lash;
Heart in your throat,
as you surrender the dance.