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YOU ARE MY BODY'S THUNDERSTORM
You are my body's thunderstorm,
when temperature's more than warm
and tempts us, as in summer drought,
to shed our clothes, descend to nowt.
It takes just sight of your hard tool
to make me lose ice maiden cool.
The juices from me start to pour
like rain from my excited core.
The way my breasts and thighs are felt
make me into your strong arms melt.
Then, our fleshed entities collide
and one on other starts to ride.
We reach orgasmic crescendo
like monsoon, when skins with sweat glow,
then in the aftermath we lie
of explosions that gratify.
when temperature's more than warm
and tempts us, as in summer drought,
to shed our clothes, descend to nowt.
It takes just sight of your hard tool
to make me lose ice maiden cool.
The juices from me start to pour
like rain from my excited core.
The way my breasts and thighs are felt
make me into your strong arms melt.
Then, our fleshed entities collide
and one on other starts to ride.
We reach orgasmic crescendo
like monsoon, when skins with sweat glow,
then in the aftermath we lie
of explosions that gratify.
Published 18th Apr 2018
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