Riding the Storm

It's that moment when we touch

Like an electric current

That passes from sky to ground

We are the storm

We are the violence of the wind and rain

The sound of rolling thunder

The suddenness of desire

Shakes us to our core

Clothes strewn to the side

In our haste to get to the flesh beneath

Greed overwhelms us

As hands search and find

And lips and tongues taste

Heat and hardness and flowering dampness

Until need becomes addiction

To the ripples of pleasure that cascade

When I am stretched open

Taking you

Your length and strength

Thrusting while my nails gouge your skin

And your teeth draw blood

We howl into the wind

Our bodies rocking in an ancient rhythm

The tidal wave of our climax

Crashing into us and leaving us

Tumbling headlong into ecstasy