"Well, folks it looks like another hot afternoon with variable cloudiness in the North, but there are two raging storms developing in the South near the East and West ends of the region. lf these two storms are to meet and merge there could be some hazardous conditions near the metropolitan area."
Warnings are flashing across the screen of my t.v., and the weather man is blaring something about the merger of two storm fronts. The danger of the coupling of the storms from the two different cities could be hazardous. Oh well he has no idea l have a storm of my own raging inside.
The report of that storm was an hour ago and the weather here is all ready in a frightening state. My fear of thunder and lightening sends me hiding beneath the confines of my cold sheets alone. Well, l will just have to sit and wait this one out and try my best to be patient and keep my fingers to them selves. But who says my mind can't wonder.
I blink just as l settle myself into the security of my covers the power gives out. Hmmm it's moments like this that take me to the memories that make my hands misbehave. Oh and my mind is like a death trap that can't help but draw me into the erotic pleasure of my thoughts.
lt has begun to drizzle a little outside and the weather man is screaming in my battery operated radio to take cover and stay inside. With every drop that falls to the earth's surface. l pray that my love is safe, dry and inside. Then l wonder, can he hear my heart beating? Can he feel my lonely for passion body aching to be one with him?
Storms like these remind me of the way we make love. Dangerous, tempting and wild. l characterize our loving by a storm because it all starts out just the same as a torrid storm works. The day is happy and the sun is shinning. But notice how the blackness of a storm signals lovemaking is about to start. First there are warning signs a look a sweet glance. Much like that of a danger of two storms about to be united. Then an innocent giggle of wind from both sides and before you know it the two heated storms are in eachothers mist. Holding on to the life force in each others arms.
The first drop of dampness hits with the mere touch of a hand or wind. Exploring and lighting a delicious path of lust to the tips of our loins. The clouds of a storm are our minds after our mouths has found one another. This leads to a more moisture and more dampness. The rain is beginning, it's becoming more steady now. His approach on my person is becoming more aggressive. Like a flower soaked from mother nature's natural rains. l am completely under his spell, and so overwhelmed by his persistence, l give into his desire to deliver a rapture with in my city.
Closing my eyes as l lay in wait of the storm to end. l imagine him laying my pedal soft skin on the soft ground below me. Finally he begins to remove the leaves of clothing that protect the middle of my flower. lt's raining harder now, and nectar with in my flower are starting to drip. Like a torrid tornado he dips to devour every drop of sweetness that has begun to pour from with in me much like the down pour from a sudden cloud burst. With any storm there is definitely a breeze or high potential wind. l can feel his hot breath scorching the insides of my flower so delicately. He begins to softly toss my body and it's flower around like the thrust of heavy wind blowing around lawn furniture during a storm. My hair is swaying like sea grass as my head rolls side to side with each breath he inhales from my honey sweet flower.
Now comes the panic, and fear and much pleasure with any storm. Raising above my flower l can hear his whistling voice commanding me to open my clouded eyes to watch as he begins to assault my city with more passion. The earth with in our cities is much like the earth itself when a storm is raging to strike. My goodness l moaned, and peering through love clouded vision his form is strong and forceful. His lightening bolt below, is a huge bulge of thunder and dangerous looking, but pleasurable to my now budding flower. As you can guess our bodies are the cities and my flower is my soft sweet cavity between my legs, and the bolt of raging dangerous thunder is his my gratitude for my responsiveness to his commanding storm.
My flower has begun to crave to be showered with more passion, pain and pleasure. The urgency of his storm is about to merge with mine and erupt into a double hurricane. lt's getting pretty wild the rains are coming down by the buckets full. Our cities with separate storms collide and meet for one huge assault. Dangerous but thunderous, his huge bold of lightening have inserted itself into my city, overtaking my flower causing the rains of my damp nectar to flood the alley and street leading into the eye of my dark storm. With our cities united by the storms, we roll, rock and sway to the commands of our needs. Riding me wildly with each searing insertion of his lovable lightening. Moans of pleasure and love escape from beneath clouds in our heads. The flower of my city is in full bloom. The attack of his lightening upon it's innocence have cause more potential flooding from my city. Our storms are in full rage now, the merger of the two has created an awesome effect on our cities. The plump soft firm buildings that stand erect in my city are being delightfully knocked around, kneaded and moistened by the heavy dampness of the mouth of his urgent hurricane.
Suddenly the two coupled storms begin an even delicious tempoed assault on both our bodies. With the constant and deliberate strike of vicious lightening moving in and out of my slippery wet flowered city below. The storms take on a very strange and heated rhythmic pace. Until finally the blowing of the two winds, the racking and clawing of the flowered cities claws on the back of the other vicious storm. With the insistent quaking of both moving cities. ln an instant a calm moves over the two cities. The torrid rains begin to subside and the two storms meet eye to eye. Both storms are still tightly locked, and as if there weren't enough flooding from the flowery rains. Both storms suddenly produce a down pour of hot slippery rain. Bathing the insides of my flowered city and drenching the heated hurricane wrecked city with love juices from with in us both. The commanding city shivered, rocked, and moaned with loud thunder at the feel of the flowery damp city, and the eruption of the rage that had been built with in his own city.
The two storms vigorous rage began to subside. Still tightly intertwined the two storms move out to sea, only to be united in a deep and watery life forever, until the rise of the next storm.
