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Thunder (Explicit)

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I let go.

Your hands telling me that it’s okay. I don’t always have to be so strong.

I exhale.

Your kisses reassure me that I am not weak if I love.

Passionate after all these years, you press your body to mine and grab me like a new lover.

And my heart fills with appreciation that you still love me so.

I open myself.

You know that I am delicate underneath. Only you know.

Right to my core.

And you hold me and press me and rub me and kiss me and lick me and tell me that you love me.

And I love you too.

The lights are out and the carpet is rough. Someone could see through the blinds if they wanted to.

I don’t care.

I climb on you and rub my breasts against your chest, your face, your manliness. Teasing your lips, your nipples, your hardness, with my tongue. With my hands. With my spirit.

I want you inside of me.

Swollen and throbbing.

I want you inside of me.

I guide you.

Lava pouring out of me, I envelope you.

Hotness.

And it’s your turn to exhale. To feel me. To know that I still love you with all of me.

My hips rock slowly, while you watch me.

And I watch you too.

We are the only solid things in the room, as the walls begin to spin. And you grab my ass and rock me harder. Digging my knees into the carpet.

Grinding me into you.

Pulverizing our pelvic bones into dust.

Grasping my being with your energy. We are one.

And I am overcome with emotion.

I ride you harder and harder. Squeezing myself around you. Impressing every fragment of me against every bit of you.

And I start to pant. Sweat dripping down my body, mixing with yours. Making our own salty sea between us.

Primal moans rumbling from the depths of me. Uncensored ecstasy.

My ribcage shatters.

I come with a force I didn’t believe existed.

My arms and legs fling themselves wildly as I grasp for a worthy scream. But I am breathless.  Paralyzed by the undulations that have taken me to another place.

And I am weightless while I float through space.

Supernova’s pass me by.

I am overwhelmed by the beauty.

A torrent of tears pour forth from me with no choice of my own.

And I know what it is to be thunder.

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"Someone could see through the blinds if they wanted to." This to me is the most valuable line of all because it is the invitation isn't it, to watch. It is your permission, given by posting the piece, to look, to see your passion, your love,...

"Someone could see through the blinds if they wanted to." This to me is the most valuable line of all because it is the invitation isn't it, to watch. It is your permission, given by posting the piece, to look, to see your passion, your love, your release, and there is something shamed in me for looking, but needing to look, to share the feeling of utter oneness that making love offers. Thanks! Brilliant and exhausting wicked!

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Whew, sometimes it hard not to be a hard man to find. Viagra in a poem for men and women...shhh go to sleep hon, I'll be right in, I just have to finish reading this poem, oh ya can you close the door. (My arms and legs fling wildly-Shit wicked...

Whew, sometimes it hard not to be a hard man to find. Viagra in a poem for men and women...shhh go to sleep hon, I'll be right in, I just have to finish reading this poem, oh ya can you close the door. (My arms and legs fling wildly-Shit wicked we don't care about your arms) ha.ha.ha. I gotta go!! Just kidding "a little"- I don't know which line I like the most, You've captured RAW emotion as if you were there while writing it, hell I loved the whole thing. That's all I've got to say and I "Sticking" to it.

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Thanks guys Berto-I played with the line "let 'em watch" but decided the invite was there without it Van-I agree I read this to my husband and got a thank-you for lunch! It's amazing how turned on we are by words... gotta love it

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Just heard the audio for this poem; wicked you should have been posting audio a long time ago. I'm like, your total fan girl! More! Hey are those your eyes? Nice! What me? flirting naaaah I'm just a dirty old man. buahaha, buahaha. (I...

Just heard the audio for this poem; wicked you should have been posting audio a long time ago. I'm like, your total fan girl! More! Hey are those your eyes? Nice! What me? flirting naaaah I'm just a dirty old man. buahaha, buahaha. (I keep forgetting not to post on Friday's after drinking tequila shots.)

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OMGoodness... you are too much! I am so addicted to doing the audio now I had to refrain myself from reciting everything I've ever written hahahahaha! I thought about doing bb but was unsure... yes those are my eyes p.s. tequila makes you funny...

OMGoodness... you are too much! I am so addicted to doing the audio now I had to refrain myself from reciting everything I've ever written hahahahaha! I thought about doing bb but was unsure... yes those are my eyes p.s. tequila makes you funny as hell !

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