A dark wet place..

At water's edge
wrapped in sultry darkness
the rain streamed down her chest
kissing sweetly
across her navel
snaking over and across
the delicate protrusions
of her pelvic bones.

Crisp the damp air
caressing her skin
her blood rushing hot
beneath it
Electric anticipation
dancing across her breasts
tingling like the static over the lake
just before each flash of lightning.

The shimmer of lights
across the way
reflected on every inch of her
glistening like stars
He connected each dot
tracing constellations
only the two
would ever know.

Was it the night?
The storm?
The wind?
His hands?
Or the ache she held
so deep inside
for someone to touch her this way...
and stay...just stay...and not go.

The hands cradling her face
told her tomorrow would wait
and as the rain drops fell
they, like the chemical ecstacy
of every touch
soaked through
to her very core

Every stroke, every touch, every motion
somehow kept time and pace
with the falling drops
that splashed on the water
beside them...dancing
like their lips and tongues
and finger tips were.

And the air raised up
thrashing the trees around them
making every limb to bend
and like their bodies
their was no other rhythm
but the sway of the storm
and it carried them
deep and deeply into the night...