warm rain...

sensual scent wafts through the bedroom window...

all thoughts of a peaceful slumber lost

or at least for now..

for the scent which now fills the room compels us to use this bed in ways far beyond sleeping...

or at least for now...

we begin slowly and softly; the breeze directing the flow of our movements...

as the storm becomes more violent and powerful, so do our actions...

soft caresses become grabs and scratches...

soft moans become screams...

lightly flutter sheets become twisted and ripped off the bed...

no restraints...no limits...

the storm follws suit...

thunder and lighting crash and ignight the light sky as if our unbridled passion was rising like a cloud and then exploding like comets colliding in mid-air...

or the rocket's red flare...bombs bursting in air...

laying truth throught the night...

while others lay in fright...

we lay in a mist of warm rain...

blowing in from our window...

cooling our bodies...

as we try out best to dry off with our heat...

our bodies in sync

with the storm and one another...

thrusting, squeezing, a sexual maelstrom

we reach the ultimate as a huge bolt of lighting illuminates the entire night sky...

the storm subsides..

as we decend from the heavens back to earth...

and softly nestle together..

amoungst the sweat and the rain mist and the juices of passion...

as the wild winds settle back to a gentle breeze...

lightly scented with the warm rain...

and thoughts of a peaceful slumber return...

or....

at least for now...