Thunderstorm of Lust.

As I lay awake staring out the window on this rainy, gloomy spring night..visions of you dance around on the wall in between the intense lightning strikes....the rain brings calm, sereen feelings that overshadow my sadness and dispair...cause lately all i can do is think about my beautiful angel who at the moment is not here...

Sure the sound of the rain drops beating upon my window seal remind me of those hot summer nights...when you and I would engage in unspeakable ventures of of different positions trying to find that spot....the temperature would surely rise in this room, on those nights, as the windows fogged up and the passion tantalized.....where a whisper or low moan suddenly turned to cries of joy and excitement....tears in your eyes....

what a rush these two souls entertwined in lust and passion and pleasure as the wind would gust, through the window that's fogged giving us a cool breeze.....you aim to explode and I aim to please.......

Yet on this warm night, I sit laying awake....staring out this dark window....listening to the rain make....our favorite love song....tap tap tap it continues.....just lonely thoughts of you...no excitement no venue....