Storms

Such a stormy day always makes me want to lay in bed or on the couch with a partner, spooning them and nuzzling the nape of their neck while a hand begins to wander.

I desire a different kind of downpour, one that spurs on the need to crack my hand on bare skin to rival the sound of the stinging lightning and the pace of thunder rumbling overhead. Let me revel in your rain until you too are as spent as the clouds above.