Remembering the Storm

Remembering the Storm

As I felt the first droplets falling from the sky,
I stopped to remember that long ago summer night.
The heat was great, the air heavy with the coming rain
In the distance was the rolling sound of thunder.

We held hands and watched as droplets turned to driving rain,
The force of it making pounding noises against the ground.
We smile, as we both rise from our seat,
And lead each other into the waiting storm.

In mere seconds we are drenched through to the skin,
A naughty feeling racing in our blood.
Hands, bodies pulling close together,
Mouths meeting as the weather fades away.

No gentle love possessed us at that moment on that night,
But savage lust and passed, could not be cooled.
We ripped the clothes from each other in a frenzied hurry rush,
You cock so hard and ready for me now.

One thrust and you were buried deep inside me,
Our rhythm matching thunder clap for clap.
Our bodies seeking pleasure on a primal-levelled need,
Our minds crushing out all common sense.

Pounding strokes of passion surging forward,
Two hearts connect in each unsteady beat.
The denouement approaches as the storm rolls overhead,
The crashing of it drowning out our cries.

We climax together in lust filled hazy of splendour,
Our mouths devouring each with nay a single thought.
The rain began to calm, as did our bodies,
Washing evidence of our passion from this place.

We join hands and move indoors taking shelter from the storm,
As lightening flashes overhead once more.
As I felt the first droplet falling from the sky,
I shiver in anticipation of another lust filled night.