is the sound of drumming.
as the guitar riff starts.
The bass thumps as thunder claps.
It echos as leaves and twigs
are swept into the breeze
alongside small bits of dirt and stone.
The note is high; voice feminine.
The god begins to harmonize
with herself as the twigs
carry the tune into the wind.
A perfectly crafted nose.
that reaches her full bare breasts;
skin that shines gold in the sunlight.
Her voice is both haunting
as tunder booms once more.
as she lets out another high note.
This one ending in a low growl,
taking on a more masculine sound.
The stones and dirt swirl in the air
View him strut along the clouds;
watching the raging storm intensely,
through piercing blue eyes.
Sweat beading down his flat chest.
stopping where there would be breasts.
Baggy shorts hug his slender waist.
A large gash in the thigh of the fabric,
reveals milky colored skin.
He shimmers under the moonlight.
as the lightening flashes
Those are his two favorite,
when he is not in the depths