Being with her is like trying to tame a tornado/Impossible to understand but once she’s yours the ride is that of anything ever known to man/She brings her love like a hurricane; the force of it will rip the breath from your lungs/But like watching a storm roll in with curious eyes, your feet will never move/Your body will simply brace until she lights a fire inside of you that will rise, and overtake, and soon you will both be lost in the beauty of it/The absolute raw force of fire and wind and rain all dancing and weaving in a torrent around where you each stand, together/Your sense of touch will be amplified, utterly charged and leaving you near catatonic from the awe of feeling such power racing through your fingertips; indeed, you’ve never touched a tornado until now/And you’ll take in the fierce scent of her until it fills your lungs and clouds your mind, until you can think of nothing but twisted metal and pouring rain/Until you desire nothing but to feel that again, that fury that rocked your soul, that girl who took your heart with the force of a thousand winds and left you kneeling on the ground, begging for more/And every night you’ll close your eyes and call up the memory of her scent, anything to get your heart to beat the way it raced with her/You’ll forever be praying to the gods for one last chance with your tornado.
