The Storm. By Vibreo (Pookums)

The time has come, the storm is here

We both knew it would come this year

It may pour and scream, may tear and shout

But darling I can’t do without

Your hands with me, your lips on mine

It reaches up to the divine

To hold you close, and taste your kiss

Is something that is just too fine

And now we see, the storm is calm

I touch your face and kiss your palm

The storm may pour, may tear and shout

But darling I can’t do without

Your simple touch, it strokes my soul

You give to me and charge no toll

That kiss of yours that’s everlast

Be calm now dear the storm has passed