The Ocean Storm

The ocean meets the shore on a stormy day.
I lay behind and let it sweep me by,
Letting the waves take me in their stride,
In the surrender I take pride.

I let them take me down the whirlpool of pleasure.
I wait in crazy anticipation.
I am warned as I look into those intense eyes,
But I give in without hesitation.

I feel the wind go wild.
I awake from a scary haze.
It rains, it pours for days and days....
I am lost in the intimate intricacy.....

As I turn from gray to green,
I feel the land shift away from beneath.
I lay there drenched, not believing the feat.
Again wind is breeze and the ocean is serene.