Storm of the century (Light Displays of the Gods)

Gently, slowly
fingers trace the spine.
Soft hair drapes down…

Colors, waves amazing things could happen.
Your voice goes through my ears and reaches every inch of my body
A sudden cold breeze and a story about to begin.

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