I did not have sex with that woman?
me his knief cutting in deeply
His self went into
All the way
He took my arm,
cut it and I don’t know
how it happened
I don’t know
we were destiny.
they can’t speak
Cumulonimbus waiting for
Cumulonimbus is a cloud of voluptuous exciting brightness and powerful up currents, soft fluffy and desirous but containing dark thunder storms and shafts of torrential rain, lightning and tornadoes.
Like Dionysus whose troop of devotees followed him around for his wild and beautiful nature, it was for this Cumulonimbus waited, this wildness and frenzy like passion for pleasure and festivity of Dionysus which went voraciously unabated.
When they would erupt together the sky would be crazed with light and darkness.
When Dionysus created heat with his pine cone staff this would start the right conditions for Cumulonimbus to prepare for precipitous pleasure.
First there was the development and supercell desire followed by the mature stage then full dissipation for which Dionysus waited eagerly.
This unity brings with it turbulence so dynamic that Vesuvius erupts and spews angry bursts of molten flame into cumulonimbus where Dionysus charges onwards into the depths of Thebes clinging to Cumulonimbus screaming in congestive torrents of nascent Perseids.