THE STORMS OF LOVE

The storms of love brew up between us:
I gravitated to his penis,
Upright and rigid with excitement,
it was a most tempting enticement.

Upon my breasts he worked his rough hands,
got me lubricated by my glands
so he would have wet passage way
when he'd laid me back first on the hay.

By thighs he drew my legs asunder,
slammed into my wet core like thunder.
I welcomed him with my eager moans,
and a wrestling of our pubic bones.

Hearts beat within the bare skinned chests,
as he pulled himself against my breasts,
grinding my nipples under his weight
while he continued to penetrate.

We jiggled on uninterrupted
until his lava seed erupted
in a most reflexive reaction
to my vaginal walls' contraction.

In afterglow the storm was calmed.
I relaxed in his hold firmly armed.
The rest of night we slept out of mind
As he held me round waist from behind.