It rained today. I stood on the porch and watched each parched blade of grass quenched by the life-giving liquid. I walked into the yard and stood there with my arms spread. The raindrops were pelting my skin the way you make love to me. My entire body drenched in every part of the woman you are. I stood there trembling as lightning flashed all around me. I invited it to strike me, daring it to compete with the fire you have placed in me. It did not strike; no natural thing honors my body more than you. I am sitting now; I imagine you sitting on my lap, kissing me as though it might be the last liquid immersion into wetness I might experience. I rise from the grass and see you standing on the porch. You drop your shirt, naked, and step towards me.

My desire for you has become painful. I have a migraine in my groin, and I need you to ease the pain. You slip into my arms, and I am growling like a lion, deep and sensual. You mount me, speaking no words. You are looking into my eyes with the intensity of a torch. Lord, please don’t stop the rain; I might overheat if it stops. You are beautiful; you are sexy; you are mine. Your eyes roll back as your lightning strikes deep within my lion. I roar! You wash over me in waves of fire. I don’t want it to end. Such intense passion is not for the young, and I am a seasoned participant in your touch. I lay back in the grass, and you are grinning your devilish grin. That grin pulls me to you like a magnet. Your beauty draws me; I must have you again. This time I will mount you and pour my soul deep inside of you. I want to see your eyes open wide with excitement and desire as we crest like a wave running wild in the sea. Our hips fused together again. We have become something more, and it feels so good searching the depths of our endless love.