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.