Tornado / Sonnet
 

Tornado


I stole your wind right from your lovely lips
And blew it straight behind your ear / a shaking
From deep inside / a sound like grimly aching
Wound from your mouth / your trembling hips

Showed growing lust that had a sudden breaking /
It reached out to your twiddling fingertips /
Which twisted through my hair in spinning flips /
The flame within your gleaming eyes was waking /

Your breathing seemed to get a heavy panting /
And wording changed into a want-on style /
Your grip got tight to back my teasing slanting /

The heaving of your breasts set to beguile /
Your orders stayed not far from angry ranting /
There was no time to wait another while