I knew the thunder wrote the love
With letters of fire in the sky,
I knew the storm raging above
With winged winds blowing high.

I knew her lovely, gorgeous, mine,
Poised in her luscious swoon,
A sparkling gloss with all its shine
Crafted love-lorn jingling tune.

Dark mischief in her stare
Whispered in the fiery lust,
Blushing cherries bulging bare
Woke me to a pleasing blast.

I knew my thunder at its best
Moaning in the cave of love,
She was throbbing sweetly blessed
Like a melting little dove.

The storm was tearing leafy trees
As I was with my dove,
It seemed my thunder ne'er to cease,
Her rose was full of love.