The Rain

   Some people don't like the rain,

I love the rain,

it's the thunderstorms I can do without.

  It has always been a fantasy of mine,

to make love passionately during a rainstorm.

  I imagine myself on the passenger side,

watching the rain drops hit the windshield,

  And wonder if you are thinking what I'm thinking?

  You pull the car over on this dark quiet road,

  And get out of the car.

I get out behind you,

wondering what you're doing,

wondering what your thoughts are.

  I sit on the front of the car,

and you slowly come towards me,

with a lustful look in your eyes.

  You push me back,

exploring underneath my dress.

  You give me a little devilish smile,

when you realize I'm not wearing any underwear.

I lick my lips and smile back.

  You put your other hand on my other thigh,

and command my legs to open.

  When you lick my lips,

the ones between my hips,

it sends a slight shiver all over my body.

  As I lay back and feel the raindrops rolling down my chest,

you pull my dress strap down,

to reveal the hardness of my nipples.

  We know that there is a chance of us getting caught,

  But the electricity and the excitement can't stop you circling my breasts with your tongue,

entering my valley at the same time.

  Letting the freaking side take complete control.

  I lick the side of your neck,

leading up to your ear.

  You start to stroke harder,

as I grind up against you,

moving my hips in an up and down play.

  I sensually inhale you,

and exhale in pure delight.