sweeter than the end of the week

sweeter than the end of the week
the storm of love
blasting against your face
a wind from the edge of the earth
pounding pistons of the deep

the storm of love suggests and hides its cheek
while the fervor takes away your skin
it hints at the answers underneath the world

sweeter than fresh squeezed orange juice
the storm is fire over the sky
belching from your heart