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By greysky Submitted by greysky Date: 2001 May 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.17.02.52.6641]] |
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Storm growing fast blocking out the night as we sit on this porch darkness without light my lips travel dry across your breasts as the wind starts to build, to climb taste I this sweet navel lightning, first of, flash lower to heated hope thunder peals its laugh between humid valleys secret cleft is found as air begins to howl as lightning begins to pound cracklin shafts of blinding light my lips a soft pearl have found begin I to gently suckle collapsing air crushes sound tongue I bring in to play lapping so very soft slow..up... down with cool smell of ocean storm forced across this plane night darkness split is constant lightning shatters face of storm as I bring my finger moistened, wet seeking a place in which to hide working gentle in and out making more comfortable in its fit your body shudders as thunder blasts the night seeming to shake the world hard in its firmament, tight still so slow in this game I play taking my time as I enjoy while off in the distance constant wave of sound rain begins to come rain begins to fall |