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The Roaring of Thunder

 
The Roaring of Thunder




Looking out beyond the horizon we see
storm clouds with all their fury rolling in.
The blackest most beautiful clouds with the most
furious lightening, giving us goose bumps on our skin.

We looked at each other with a
look only one another knew.
With passion in our eyes we moved outside,
like the storm our lust grew.

We both felt the heat that night
beneath the rain and the thunderstorm.
Our passion and lust were enough
heat to keep us extremely warm.

We fondled each other and tweaked each other’s senses,
as tomorrow we may not wake.
His touch in the rain that night was astounding,
making our senses ache,

I ran our fingers over her skin lightly along her chest
until I could feel her quivering beneath my touch.
I felt a drop of rain on my naked body which excited me
more than I can describe, nearly becoming too much.

It started raining heavily it was then
that I started using my tongue to explore.
I started at her forehead, working my way down,
kissing every curve until she was begging for more.

It didn't take her long to almost reach the point of climax,
so I stopped what I was doing and said my turn.
She took my buttocks in her hands and held them high
off the ground, for her tongue to play I did yearn.

She worked her magic in the rain that night
both of us were wet in more than one way.
The lightening flashes around us;
this didn’t have any effect, our performance though I must say.

She tried so hard to hold back her flowing juices,
but it just became too much for her.
She begged and pleaded with me to get inside of her
so her aching womanhood could finally be set free.

She rolled over and straddled him like she
was riding a horse in a steeplechase.
We both arched our backs in pleasure
whilst keeping a slow rocking pace.

As the rain poured down on us we both hit the ultimate
climax and moaned furiously as loud as we could.
We rolled over and laid in the rain for a while our hearts raced.
At that moment the rain stopped



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