Storm the ramparts, me lovely!
Storm them with storms of kisses!
Cause luscious storms within my sanctuary.
Rage and storm shall I, protesting your advances,
then yield in the storm surge of my turmoil’d heart.
When all storming has subsided,
blow up another storm!
It’s another Quadrille night at dVerse Poets Pub, and we are being asked to include the word… uh, wait… lessee! Oh, you figure it out!