Tropical Storm

Her left hand clutched my right shoulder
In that position which I hold her
Lips touching, no kissing
In my eyes, she stairs
Muscle spasm as-as I balanced
By holding on in her hair

Inner thighs on outer thighs
And the perfect moans she cries
Neck kisses
Savage hickeys
And her river runs by

The affection
The feeling
The high
Like a superhero in the ceiling

“If I ever get lonely
It’s craving for you only”

Then she made a fist
With a piece of my flesh in her palm
I was dazed
Then I felt things getting overly warm
I fought
To keep her calm
Then she opened up thunderously
And was out of control like a tropical storm