The thunder rumbles, the lighting flashes my heart skips in mad little dashes, as our lips come together in soft moist clashes

His tongue entwines with mine, sweet little lashes so divine, that his breath becomes mine

I gasp as finger tip touches my cheek

His light stroke telling me he knows my needs, I shiver as his hands seek my heat

That moist wet spot full of need

My breath explodes with a whimper so low, as I surrender to his touch body and soul

With a swift bended knee he spread me

My eyes close, my head hangs low, my moans loud in the room as I submitted to his rule

Hard, tender, slow, harsh plunges till they all rang in my head

Ending in a sweet wet rush of my imprisoned needs, drowning him in the gift of my release