erotic storm

As your fingertips play along my skin,
The storm of raging desire begins.
As you entwine your hands into mine, I stroke your hair and pull ever so gently.
The clouds emerge and the thunder begins.
You trace your lips along my neck and begin to bite down.
The waves start to crash against one another.
Your lips tracing the scars on my chest.
The storm has risen to unspeakable heights,
Your mouth engulfs the raging cyclone pulsing between my thighs.
Your breath as the wind, cooling and heating as the rain pours from your lips, saturating the throbbing storm of passion in your throat.
My hands search for every part of your body that is untouched.
The storm shifts, you are thrown by the waves, onto your back.
I begin to drive my thirst and desperation into you.
The waves of each thrust consume you, overwhelm you.
You are drowning, ever so deliciously and passionately, in the raging storm of my desire crashing against your walls.
Until the levy within you can hold back no more, and the torrent release of pleasure flows uncontrollably.
We are caught in the storm, Our storm.
One that tears us to ecstasy filled pieces.