Dark Rain

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Beams of lazy light sink into poolsas amber droplets cascade and puddle,shimmering on the rain-streaked asphalt,chasing away the nightone street-light at a time.The rustling branches of overhanging treeslike secretive whispers in the darknessbow and sway in the evening breeze,their leaves wearing the beads of rainlike the diamonds of queens.Your heels click on the dark,glossy sidewalk as you half-skip acrossthe drenched surface with a crimson smilethat makes my heart race with the fear and anticipationof sacrificing self-denial.Like a wave meeting the shoreour bodies collide with the longing we acheto lose in one isveçbahis anotheras we feast with hungry mouthsand the taste of lust on our tongues.I kiss the cool flood into your lipsand savour drinking you in as all around usraindrops fall like silver coins,ringing as they strike the groundand briefly blossom into ephemeral flora.Trespassing fingers give way to grasping wantas we spin into blindness, losing controlin the dark recesses of desperation,longing only for our cocaine kissessecluded in evening’s shadow.Like the last two people on Earthwe embrace with an urgency that fuels a thirsteven the deepest isveçbahis giriş kiss cannot satisfy,licking each breathless syllable from each other’s lipsand swallowing.Buttons surrender to impatient handsthat burn a path between the heaving swellof exposed, sensual anticipation.Their firm yet supple mass enchantingly feminineyet silently craving a bruising touch.The flush of indulgence courses through our veinslike the rush of a sugary confection,as passion gives way to lust, and lust to greedour bodies achingly covetthe ever more urgent need to fuck.Your eyes betray that you deliciously throbin divine isveçbahis yeni giriş places that quivering-cravethe beautiful friction of private worship;your lace-clad pussy as swollen as a ripe peachyou yearn for me to split.A shaking gasp proceeds the breechas delicate fingers write love notes inside you,each one sealed with a desperate, hot kiss.Rolling hips ruthlessly thrust for more,clenching, enflamed and thundering raw.Until all is lost and you’re consumed by the flamesas you quake, and ache, and tremble with light,your slick, burning flesh glowing full from the feastradiating the heat of dying embersand glistening in the moonlight with sticky distilled rapture.We are as thunder clouds rolling off the ocean;dark, imminent spectres clambering endlesslyover each other to consume the skyand everything in their pathuntil the world just falls away. 

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