summer lust.

With raindrops pelting onto us, the way it trickles down our face.. with arms wrapped around each other, the deep passion of fire runs deep and warms their bodies...
Their glistening lips locked in a kiss that would make the clouds pelt them harder out of jealously
Oh the lips so tender, that touch so familiar...
Her body so warm, so smooth, so inviting
Her breath was so soothing and warm like a soft wind in a storm
His body so tightly pressed against her, he feels the whole outline of her body.
Her legs, her stomach, her breasts, her lips, her nose, her hair wet with the rain forming to his face, as if every part of her body craved for his touch
She pushed him away, trying hard not to succumb to temptation. he pulled her back, this time ever so tightly against himself. there they stood embracing the presence of each in this gyrating thunderstorm.
He was her right kind of wrong.
She was his temptress
The rain kept them in an embrace so loving, so tender, she was prepared to let go, he knew he had to but didn't want to.
He kissed her with all the love and passion he had
She buried her face into his neck.
Going down his neck with bites and nimbles, she caught a waft of his perfume.
He pressed her head firmly against his neck, whispering for her to bite harder.
He began to throb with anticipation and she bit him harder as if a famished baby suckling onto her mother's bosom.
He growled and lost himself in her touch, in the moment, in the pain
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, his eyes yearned for hers, her eyes pulled him in, He kissed her hard, sucking on her lips, carresing her tongue



That was summer lust. Ever had one?