Lightning strikes
Loud crashes as the air is rent, penetrated
Flashes and glimpses of tanned tawny flesh
Smooth as polished marble yet supple,
Trace the line of your calf from your feet
To the ticklish place behind your knee
Relish your naked form
Each strike silhouettes
Scenes of delicious decadence
Your cries our thunder
bodies twitching our lightning
we lasted longer than the storm
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