RIDERS OF THE STORM
By Arctic Lady

We touch for the first time,
hands trembling in anticipation.
Every button is a hindrance
slowing us down.

Faster...
oh baby finally.
I gasp for breath between kisses.

My skin flushed hot
where you lick me,
your fingers reach to touch my secret,
and you find the oasis
you were looking for.

Eyes closed
to control the passion,
the tide in me is rising.
I feel myself open
and I want to feel you
on me
in me.

Open your eyes,
you say,
and face the storm.

I feel you inside me like silky marble.
Your eyes are holding back the lust
you are giving me everything
that is yours to give
as your waves carry me.
I close my eyes again
and I see our love
against the darkness.

You slow down, get on your knees
my arched body is trying to follow
but you stop me and whisper
turn

I do.
I embrace the pillow,
my butt forming a dune
on the midnight satin.
Your thighs pressed to mine
and you're in again.

You hold my hair in your hand
like reins
rider of the storm,
taming me gently
until I move to your rhythm
until I whine softly.

The sound of my voice
unleashes your passion
and you ride me wildly
our lust is finally set free.

Your hand between my legs
pressing me gently over the edge
and my cry
is a mere whimper in the storm.
Your breath on my back
heavy, hot, satisfied.

After a moment of serenity
you lie beside me
you smile like a winner
and you're about to say something,
but I press my finger on your lips.
Don't break
this perfect moment in time.