Tempest Rising Poem by Beach Leanbh

The tempest rising, desire thriving, arrested out of reach
Ardent fervor languors forward, prone upon the beach
Uncounted miles separate yearning digits unoccupied alone
A mouth. A lip. A kiss. Gentle as the sand is blown
An instant shared. A memory. Feelings fasting
Wrapped in a blanket, their spirits soar with passion everlasting
A hungry will set upon its journey, a division has conceived its slaves
Voracious eyes consume their course applauded by the waves
His spritely girl, his distant maiden, left hand taken from his world
Bodies curl, their secret haven, souls awakened and unfurled
Undaunted by her captured left he boldly claims her right
Their souls will claim the fantasy on this twice most perfect night