IN THE RAIN

The storm has started.    
The rain pours down  
With lightning's serenade.    
As the thunder rumbles,    
So do our excited libidos,    
Conveyed in our mutual glances.    
 
Underlying urged by the outdoor sounds,  
Not least the rain's fall as it bounces off the ground,
As if the rain's Sender is calling to our spirits,
We are keener to go out.    
We discard our clothes indoors,    
Thrown to the floor,    
To rush, hands held and skins bared, outside
To embrace what the rain-soaked Eden offers.  
 
The ground squeezes under bare feet.    
The purifying watering rain hits our skins,
Runs down our curves and limbs    
And saturates the hair of our heads.  
The thunder and nonstop rain are our cheerleaders,    
For the act of nature to come.  
 
We embrace each other's wet bodies    
Our mouths lock limpet like    
And I catch a feel of your excitement    
As your tool arises for its work.  
 
Lips slide on each other's soaked skin    
Heads head downwards    
To kiss erections.    
My core begins to well up,    
I bid you plunge your ready tip into it;    
Which you do, my back pushed against the fence,  
When you have rummaged my breasts,  
From behind me....    
 
The earth is just about to move    
As a fresh round of thunder erupts,    
Giving a quick flash all around.    
As if in electrified impulse    
We mutually erupt in orgasm    
With seed from your tool    
And juices from my core.    
 
We let the rain vertically wash us down    
As we catch our breaths    
And smile into each other's faces    
At a bucket list wish fulfilled.