She Comes

Night Flashes – –

She came from the sea as night fell, sliding over him, her moist warmth enveloping his dry coolness.

As he felt her warmth, he stirred and rolled, his upper skin warming to her touch.

She caressed his cool sides, kissing him gently, warming him with her damp warmth.

Without further preamble, he thrust up into her, sending his stormy coolness into her humid heat as her swirling and whirling heat melded with his lusty coolness.

They rolled around each other, clutching and grasping stormily, the lightning blasts of their union flashing between them – through them.

They clutched at each other, the ying and the yang of their existence inextricably meshed, unable to separate for long.

The whirlwind of their combining bodies wreaked an unholy havoc as they united and re-united time and again through the long night, the flashing lightning bolts of their union, the only illumination to their lust and . . . love.

The heavy clouds they kicked out met and warred with each other, slamming and attacking each other as if the mighty hammer of Thor itself drove them to orgasmic frenzy.

As the sun arose, warming them equally, the clouds dissipated in exhaustion, the warmth and the cold became one and the product of their union drifted in it’s sea as the stormy mating settled with it’s mate and caressed the newly fertilized earth.

She lay at peace once again, smiling up at my warm sun, reflecting the wet pleasure of our union, waiting, waiting for the chaos of new life.