Stormy Night

Storm clouds form the picture outside my window. The clouds are bloated, the thunder rumbles its lamentation. I am useless to the world, the melody of thunder and the cool wind blowing through the window has slowed my heart rate and deadened my muscles. I'm on top of the bed, boxer-briefs and a t-shirt are all that protect me from the elements. The door opens and she comes in, wearing pink panties and a black tank top, she comes to the bed, near my feet. She tugs at the covers beneath me, I arch my body up and she pulls them back and then she gets on the bed. Her thighs are on both sides of mine, she's holding the cover above her head and falls forward to on all fours. She crawls to me, the cover is draped on her back, she's stationed over me, her smile mischievous, hiding behind full, playful lips. She slightly bites her lip and angles her head right. My left hand reaches up to her neck, my thumb moving across the skin, lightly brushing her throat. My hand travels to the back of her head, taking hold of her bountiful hair. I bring her down to me. Our lips met, my right hand goes to her waist, feeling the skin under her top. She breaks the kiss, as I breath in, she places a kiss on my neck that paralyzes. Her hand on my chest, the sky darkens too late to blind us.