Storm Bringers

Darkened sky overhead
Colors popping everywhere
The rain can be felt in the air
Heavy and wet
Clouds ready to burst
The first lightning strike
On cue, the droplets begin to fall
Wet earthy scents
Heavy on the air.

The sound of you approaching
Pleasure in your voice
Storm lover that you are
I can feel you close
I can feel you breathe
Back to belly, pressed together
I melt into you.

Big hands, strong arms
Tiny fingercocks stroke their way inside
Growling, groaning, giggling
The lightning crackles, the thunder rolls
I beg.

Thighs part wide
Arms resting upon the banister
Rain soaking us both
Wetter by the moment
Wetter still as you plunge
In rhythm to the raindrops
On the tin roof
Not a soul within miles
As we create our own storm.