Thank you.
I really like this word cloud.
It’s how I think, write sometimes:
A main thought surrounded by the words I feel supporting it
I’m unsure of the shape,
Usually always am unsure about most of it,
But it happens like that
Often
And the way your beautiful warm skin would feel and your lips' and tongue would taste ... 
You know
That look
Over the shoulder
The one that says
Soft things
Hard things
Fast things
Slow things
The one that says
Everything
That happened
Before
Everything
That happens
After
The one that says
Difficult words
Without the need for them
The one that says
All the thoughts
Without opening lips
And saying one
That was deliciously hot even with the AC on!! I had to stop thinking, except for thoughts about the sight of you in that state, the sounds you make, and your intoxicating aroma
So hot it made me a sweaty mess.
another word cloud inspired by your latest poem
It’s likely so hot because I wrote it in the bath
Inside
There is a storm
It’s boiling the oceans
Lightning striking
Hot and hard
A deep darkness
That rolls in and out
With this beauty
And destruction
There is a storm
Torrents of rains
Falling over and over
Drenching everything
A deep darkness
Which will never let go
Strangling itself
In a hopeful oblivion
Inside
There is a storm
It’s boiling the oceans
Lightning striking
Hot and hard
A deep darkness
That rolls in and out
With this beauty
And destruction
There is a storm
Torrents of rains
Falling over and over
Drenching everything
A deep darkness
Which will never let go
Strangling itself
In a hopeful oblivion
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Inside
There is a storm
It’s boiling the oceans
Lightning striking
Hot and hard
A deep darkness
That rolls in and out
With this beauty
And destruction
There is a storm
Torrents of rains
Falling over and over
Drenching everything
A deep darkness
Which will never let go
Strangling itself
In a hopeful oblivion
Just one word
Changes everything
Ignore the Title.
See the picture
noisy and dark
so familiar
seen so many times.
Then read the title.
Again.
And realize that
picture is wrong
so wrong.
Everything changes.
Just one word.
{p.s. fabulous photo
The early morning
I find you here
As the sun shows her colours
You and I robed in nothing
But our smiling voices
A warm embrace
Emotions wrapped around us
Making each piece of me tingle
Crackling with a need
Only for you
Your shape an outline
I can almost make out your face
As your fingertips touch my cheek
Lifting my face to yours
My breath stolen
For those seconds
Minutes
Hours
I feel like my heart is
Taking flight out of my chest
As you press against me
My back against that wall
And I like it here
In the early morning
Where all my senses are hightened
Your touch
Your smell
Your taste
Your sounds
All so intoxicating
I can’t help but melt
I really like when you find me here
I have a feeling I know why you think this picture is wrong,
But I disagree.
Did I painstakingly choose the exact picture I wanted to fit with this piece? No.
But do I like this picture with this particular bit of writing? Yes.
I like the shapes and colours.
I like the way they run around each other.
I like that even a delicate hand can be reaching for oblivion.
Inside
There is a storm
It’s boiling the oceans
Lightning striking
Hot and hard
A deep darkness
That rolls in and out
With this beauty
And destruction
There is a storm
Torrents of rains
Falling over and over
Drenching everything
A deep darkness
Which will never let go
Strangling itself
In a hopeful oblivion
even if it can poke things.
Oh No! You misunderstood my words. My Mistake.
The "picture" I was referring to was the image in my head as a result of your poem. Was the Storm outside? Or inside you? I was assuming, upon a second reading including the title, that the Storm was Inside you, not something visible to the eye outside. My reference to "one word that changes everything" is the title "Inside" which led me to believe that the Storm was raging inside you.
I guess I totally misunderstood your poem, and the point of the title. My Bad!
Your attached picture is very nice, but not at all a picture of the Storm. Just a lovely picture of your body, in which I thought the Storm had occurred. I love the photo.
On my phone I can't tell if the holes have rough edges or if they're stitched to prevent fraying.
Not sure I'd call it a dagger Moochie
Edit: Oh, I did see it finally. My guess is you're dual wielding.
Cheers
I love that outfit.
And the poem was beautiful too.
Thank you for sharing my friend.
*hugs*
