Hurricane

Can you feel the outer bands
Of my thrusting, throbbing prick
As it penetrates your pussy
And you orgasm hard and quick

Your body tosses and it tumbles
Lightning strikes out in the air
As our hot, wet love discharges
The electric that is there

Hair is standing straight on end
My erect hard rod emits
Your nipples now are glowing
On the tip top of your tits

Our storm of sex is raging
A hurricane in your domain
The eye will soon be passing
I'll mix my semen with your rain

We observe the quiet middle eye
Of what this storm is all about
Then it's back into the wind and rain
And again, we scream and shout

The lightning strikes and thunder rolls
That's the nature of the game
Through this melee I've been wondering
What will be this sex storm's name