Rain is pouring

I love it when it rains.
Time for me to wrap nakedness around the one I share my heart with and
listen to the sounds of drips & drops against the window sill as our bodies mix like the beautiful arrays of mochas & dark succulent auras of blackness.
He thrust into my rich softness like thunder
making lightening within my walls as electrical pulses mark each part of my body having me shake w/ tantrums of glory.
Rain is pouring....rain is pouring....rain is pouring as we pour rain in our sheets from juices created from our weather of love making.
My screams are like the sea clashing, banging against buildings from the tsunami of earthquakes within my pleasure spots.
Our bodies are flowing like a ship at sea during the storm.
From our ups to our down thrusts becoming uncontrollable riding the ripples of each tide.
The rain is......stilll.....pouring and were together like the sounds of the sprinkles on the pavement.