PERFECT STORM... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

EVERY TIME
MOISTURE COMES
DOWN IN THE
FORM OF TINY 
DROPS FROM
THE CLOUDS
THAT DRIZZLE
MAKES ME
THINK OF YOU
AND HOW IT
HAPPENS WHEN
I HIT THAT SPOT
WITH THE WIND
EMULATING YOUR
HEAVY BREATHING...

A PERFECT STORM
THAT I NEVER
SEEK SHELTER FOR
I JUST WANT TO
BE IN THE
MIDDLE OF IT
LIKE THE EYE
OF THE HURRICANE
WITH YOUR NAME
ATTACHED
LAY BACK AND
LET YOU ATTACK
MY TERRANE
UNTIL YOU RUN
OUT OF STEAM
TURNING YOU
INTO A MISTY
RAIN AND BRING A
SMILE AS BRIGHT
AS SUNSHINE
TO MY FACE...

WAITING FOR
THAT SEASON
TO BEGIN AGAIN
BUT FOR NOW
THE DROPS
HITTING UP
AGAINST THE
WINDOW ARE
A NICE REMINDER
OF SHE STARTS
AND FINISHES
HER PERFECT STORM
PERFORMANCE... ;-)