What I want and what I really don't want

The Weather

The storm is rolling in

Taking everything around and within

Blaming the sea for the destruction

Moving like seduction

Leaving my lips dry

My eyes sparkling

My heart beating

Thunder alerting of its power

Lightning keeping me on my toes

I can’t predict the weather

What’s going on under that sweater

Is your heart pounding

Or isn’t that how’s it sounding?

It’s time to go to sleep

Maybe morning will be clearer

 And you’ll be nearer