The Night Rain

tap, tap, tap
the rain hits upon the roof.
I hear it as I lay here.
Waiting.

He comes to me when it rains,
When it rains at night.

I feel a tingle all over my body.
I am nude under a light sheet.
The smell of rain suffuses the room.
I smell the scent of my own sex,
just as heavy upon the air as the rain.
I convince myself that the waiting
is what it is that makes this rain in the night
so very hard to bear by me.

tap, tap, tap
the rain hits upon the roof.
I lay her still, hands folded.
Waiting.

He is a whisper upon the night rain,
the dark shadows that move.

I feel a pressure upon my breasts.
I know that he has come.
I feel his caress upon my skin
underneath the sheet that has not moved.
I hear him murmur in my ear.
Be soft, do not speak.
Be soft, do not move.
I will take care of all you need.

tap, tap, tap
the rain pounds into the roof.
I lay here with legs parted,
Waiting.

He comes like the very sound of thunder,
and I am his plaything.

My eyes are closed as there is nothing there.
Gently I feel fingers probing me,
then deeply they thrust into my tender spaces.
I bite back a scream for the probe is not gentle.
Roughly I am flipped upon my bed.
I feel harsh biting into my thighs
and into my lower lips and sucking sounds come.
I feel the rush as his tongue finds me.

tap, tap, tap
the rain pounds hard on the roof.
I lay her biting my lips against the pain,
Waiting.

He is too harsh, too brash, too rough,
but that makes me want him even more.

My legs are forced painfully wide apart
and my body jerks up from the bed.
I say nothing but I beg for my shadow lover
to penetrate me to the very core of my being.
But still he teases me with fingers alone.
Then suddenly I am pinned through full in twain.
Somehow he fills me twice at once
with thick hard members of throbbing heat.

tap, tap, tap
the rain beats faster on the roof,
I lay her full of something I cannot see,
Waiting.

He forces himself deeper and deeper than before,
and I want to scream for him to stop.

He pushed deep inside me and I feel such pain
then something begins to build inside me
as he forces himself back and forth again and again,
my hips acheing already and my body filled too full.
I feel my kernal of pleasure pressed and massaged
and I cannot hold back the coming storm within me
as he beats against me in the darkness all too real.

tap, tap, tap
the rain slows to a stop on the roof,
I lay spent upon a bed mussed and pulled.
Waiting.

The night rain will come again.
And so will my shadowy lover.