Storm's Eye

Romantic eve, crimson clouds

Yellow sunset - a blissful shroud;

Shared ice cream, his taste in mine

Eight o clock delicious dine.

Long drive, music so sweet

He jokes- “you are meat”

Uncomfortable grins, extreme anticipation

To touch, to feel, be a combination.

Awaiting the long night ahead,

To our room in his arms, I was swept.

Such bliss, such delight

Didn't notice the rotten, hidden blight!

The storm ready to pounce 

Slash and cut with all its might!