Shelter

A thunderous cry from the Heavens

Its wrath pours down upon us,

Eager to devour.

With no place to seek refuge

We’re gripped in its deluge.

Exposed.

Strip away your soaked apparel

I’ll hold every inch of you against me.

Envelop you in my arms,

Warm your skin upon mine,

And be your shelter

Until the storm’s pass.

 

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