- Erotic Poetry
- when it thunders
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When it thunders I think of you.
Over me. Under me. In me.
Rolling through me,
through me.
Whisper in my ear,
cock thrust deep,
deeper,
deep.
When it thunders I think of you,
laying there sleeping.
Spent.
Eyes closed,
chest rising, falling;
gentle rhythm beneath trembling fingertips.
Your hands cradle my head,
smooth back my hair.
I lick away your come,
nuzzle the musky spot
where your cock lies sleeping.
Spent.
When it thunders I think of you.
eyes closed, i remember
thunder rumbling,
low in the distance,
nudging us back into reality.
Later, we walk through cool rain,
umbrellas forgotten in the daze.
We sip hot coffee
and wait for the storm to pass.
When it thunders I think of you.
- COMMENTS
Jenna Greyalmost 20 years agoAuthorSyndra and Sapphos,
Thank you for reading my work and for taking the time to make comments. When I read a sampling of your work I believe you are both being way too kind in your reviews. But I thank you both anyway!
Syndra, my problem with cleaning up poetry is that I'm torn between capturing the initial feel and worrying that I may edit it away. I tend to be a bit impulsive with my poetry as far as submitting it here. I am a bit more careful with my stories. I'll have to keep an eye on that. Thanks for pointing out the need to clean it up a bit.
Sapphos, Even your reviews of my work seem more poetic than my own words! Thank you!
Have a great week! Janine
Sappholoversalmost 20 years agoI grew up in New Jersey, but now live in Los Angeles. Besides fireflies on a summer night, I also miss thunder and lightning storms.....the storms that bring relief to humidity like the lovemaking you describe does to horniness.
I like the rhythms and compact storytelling of this poem.
Syndra Lynnalmost 20 years agoI love the repetition and the pictures you paint. Edit just a bit and it would be great!
