Stormy Lover
Fog thickens like steam rising. The city is now
left unseen. I wake up in hazy shades of darkness.
ItŐs morning, yet immense gray clouds cloak the sky
making it feel like nighttime. The soft rumble of
thunder warns me and warms me of whatŐs coming. I
close my eyes and breathe in the air feeling my chest
expand. So thick. So dangerous. So intoxicating. The
aroma of rain, like that of my favorite fragrance,
seeps into my skin. I am aware of its nearness as
if it was a lover. Its slow and sensuous approach
arouses me, demanding my attention. Like hands about
to discover and examine those sensitive places, lightning
finds a groove and thunder chases the wind. I ache
for the thunder.
I lean naked and helpless against the window ledge
as the storm begins to seduce me. Slightly shaking
I await its next move. With legs spread I feel the
rain, like fingers, on my thighs. As the next forceful
scream of thunder opens the clouds, hands find my
darkness, which begin to explore and probe. My eyes
are transfixed on the magical tempest soaring in angry
blasts and hungry cries, as I move to the rhythm of
the storm. I watch the rain pound vigorously against
the window while the hardness of the storms desire
enters me with dominating thrusts. Wetness splashes
everywhere as I imagine a tongue like that of a snake,
tasting and sucking, causing me to sing euphorically
with the storm.
Hopelessly devoted to this defiant presence, I make
love to my stormy lover.
Thanks, Scarlet
Erotic moments: Stormy Lover (c) 2003 Scarlet
