The storm rolled down the mountains like an avalanche,
roaring and spitting fire…it would engulf us soon.

Huddled together in the car,
we watch the tall pines sway and hear their groans of protest.
Flights of leaves flutter off in a panic,
battering themselves against the windows in their mad rush
to escape the swirling winds.

His arms tighten around me, breath hot against my neck,
nuzzling, licking, and kissing.

Lightening strobes silhouette wildly gyrating pines.
White caps leap in a wild dance across the surface of the lake.

His hand travels up and down my stomach smoothing, soothing...
I purr...he growls...the thunder shakes the car.
The pounding of my heart fills my ears… shakes my body.

A curtain of rain sweeps across the lake.

His hot urgent kisses sweep across my lips leaving me gasping.
Gripping, nipping, pinching, stroking,
writhing bodies curl and swirl against each other
as hard heavy rain turns the car into an inside out fish bowl.

Lightening slashes the surface of the lake…I see his lust.
Thunder drowns out the growl that rumbles in his chest.
But, I feel it
as certainly as I feel his hot sharp teeth on my skin.

Clothing melts away in the humidity that stripes the windows.
Rain pounds on the roof, nature’s fury explodes all around us…
our passion keep pace with the storm…each touch,
an electrical charge to rival the lightening that blinds and reveals…

His mouth against my breast… his hand against my hip ...
his eyes looking up from between my thighs as his tongue strums my clit
sending jingling, jangling jitters through my body.

His fingers probe, twist, and squirm into the wet heat that is in me…
it is raining inside the car…water streaks the windows inside and out.
I greet the exploring, imploring digits,
grasping them and pulling them deeper.

Flash!
He is poised over me looking down
a feral gleam in his eye…features camouflaged with moving shadows.

He hurls his weight at me and drives his long thick hard
lightening rod into the center of my being.

The drum roll of thunder goes on forever, as does my impalement.
A shrieking cry harmonizes with the howling wind
and the agonized moaning of the trees.

He backs away and my body clings to his…gripping, rippling,
and squeezing unwilling to let go.

Flash! Jaw clenched his hands grip my thighs compacting me,
curling me until I am coiled like a fetus.

I can’t breathe… the air is too thick with moisture, heat, passion.
I’m drowning! I can’t even cry out for help.

My nails rake his skin as I buck and struggle.
He comes crashing, smashing, crushing me and I grow smaller.
I’m imploding… molten heat condensing and growing ever hotter.

I fear… I desire… I NEED!

He hammers against me shaping…molding…creating…
each blow brings a scream of agony… I am his masterpiece.
Am I strong enough not to shatter when the strongest blow comes?

I feel it now… the quiver… deep inside of me.
The vibrations that surge and rush
almost breaking free of the gravity that
sucks them back down again and again
until they are coiling, roiling nova.

I plead for mercy…don’t… stop!
I urge him on… don’t stop!

He howls and thunders and rains scalding salty drops down on me.
He descends… a lightening bolt into the seething inferno…
crashes into me…the telling blow.

I see the core expanding, exploding… The shards rush toward me.
I am the shards.
I hear the deafening roar … the scream of space and time being shredded.
The screams are mine.
I feel the fire … I am the fire… I am consumed.

Cleansed… transcendent… remolded, unfolded and reanimated.

In the hush, punctuated by the soft heavy plopping of raindrops,
I am reborn and welcomed
with kisses and whispered words of worship…
He pays homage to his creation.