The Storm

Its Stormin' outside. Dark angry clouds cover the once star ridden sky. Lightnin brightens up a darken room. Shadows play across a far wall, two bodies are entwined in physical pleasure and extasy. One thrusts, the other reaches to feel the deep impact of the one crushin its oh so soft frame down into the silky sheets. Both bodies are sweat drenched, hands are grabbin, squeezin caressin, findin a place to hold. Sheets are gripped, pillows bitten, heads toss to and fro. a hungry mouth, searches for a place to nibble, lick suck, while another is unable to form incoherent words. Thunder booms throughout the room, drownin out the moans, sighs, and cries of sweet pleasure. "Please go faster, deeper, harder!" is called out thru the noise of the tremendous storm, that is ragin outside the windows. The pace is pickin up inside and out, the storm is reachin its peak, as are the bodies that dance, race, and beat to reach that crescendo, that will calm both raging storms. Nails scratch flesh, tree limbs scratch the panes of glass separatin the 2 storms. A voice screams out as it has reached its long awaited destiny, while the wind howls its fury. finally, as sweat drenched bodies come to slow from the madness of their deeply, sexually, charged whirlwind, the night sky is now shown thru wisps of dark clouds that once was a storm.....