That Thunder Stormy Night With You Poem by Rosalita Fern

We Lay there,
In your Bed,
Wide Eyed Listening to the Rain Hammer down.
As the thunder claps,
The lightning strikes...

Is it the tension in the air that makes us feel like this?

Is it the heavy atmosphere?

Another Thunder Strikes,

As your hand strokes down my body,

Another lightning Powers the land,

As your mouth finds my breast in the darkness,

The rain Keeps falling,

We keep kissing,

Hail Thunders down,

As the power around us, transferes to you between my thighs,

My screams of pleasure drowned by the thunder bolt,

The shaking of the room by the thunder,

overshadowed by the shaking of us in between these sheets.

As the Storms roles by, the last effects of this session remain for long after, both outside and in.

We lay together entwined, in the newly fresh atmosphere.

Oh I long for the next storm with you...