Thunder Crashing

She opens her eyes, slowly...
He is still there,
fine, proud, erect.


Outside, thunder crashes in the sky,
She can feel it's calling,
& is not afraid to reach out and take his hand
guiding him to soft corners laying abundance
& drenched in satin sheets.

The storm swiftly picks up
He continues to make her tremble.
she feels its intensity as his body strives for position,
she brushes his face telling him it's all right,
while arching her enthusiasm
making it easier for him to meet such demands of passion.

He knows and loves her so well,
techniques, pleasure, and the fire that dwells in
his heart for her.
All eyes are on the shadows writhing on the wall
such beautiful, exciting silhouettes.

More thunder
Her nails pierce his flesh as she whimpers
and a thousand sighs were finally set free.

SnowCoveredMuse