In the eve of winter I crave for storms to reach
my silent nights, made for others seeking peace.
But I seek your passion, raw, untamed
as a winter storm, to reclaim
a place on your back,
wedge between your burning thighs,
eager fingers gasping for flesh inflamed
with pent up fires.
And you become my storm
in winter’s eve trapped in a heated summer
fed by a stream of desires-