She comes unseen, like a surprise,
A gift, a guilt, a sense of paradise.
She stirs your soul, then takes control;
You walk on silk, swallowing her whole.
Swelling through skies, wet and true,
A pulse erupts like morning and dew.
No hand is seen, no touch is felt,
Yet tides arise where love once grew.
A breathless whisper, a thunder's cry,
A storm beneath a fluttering sky.
It feels so wrong, it feels so good—
Like a sin, saints misunderstood.