The Fall to Passion

[Daughter of the Mist]

feel pulses, a tempo so slow
beginning rhythem movements flow
gentle soothing revel in the waves
rising warmth as the beats grow

holding still savor the moment
share pleasures of blissful torments
steady rain on a hot summer night
increased pace brings torrent

whispers of thunder draw nearer
lightening touch makes it all clearer
day fills night in shocking spectacle
raised high overflown river

voices meld with untamed chaos
wild fury cannot let go
hold that mad pinnalce of being
returned basking in the glow

[OneidaDreamer]

I liked the last line. I do dig the imagery though.