Summer storm

We sit in the long, dry grass of the meadow above town, out of sight and out of sound range, staring into the sun, and enjoying our last teenage year.Faking blindness, you reach for me and hold my face gently in your hands, squinting as if to see. You draw closer , as if for a better look, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear thunder, and wonder "is that my heart?". your essence comes to me on the breeze, as the trees begin to whisper,and my senses heighten. Your half closed eyes look into mine and your lips part revealing an expectant tongue.Bliss enfolds me as my lips softly brush yours; our foreheads knock together clumsily. Fearing the moment be broken, I place my hand on your chin and lift your countenance to mine,and brush a stray golden strand back and gently tuck it behind your ear. The day has gone cool around us, you shiver and I draw you close in an intimate embrace. Tongues collide in unison, small sounds of pleasure escape through your nose, and your hands find my bald head and pull me toward you with a sudden jerk. We topple over onto the grass, you below me with your golden hair fanned out, framing your beautiful face, its color seemingly blending with the drying grass around it, so natural, so perfect. The day darkens under a sudden audience of clouds, and we lazily remove each others clothes, and to my delight you are wearing nothing under your dress so I bunch it up around your waist. I lick your belly button, I kiss your hips, your thighs, I gently lick the outer folds of your wetness. Your hands, gently yet urgently, press my mouth to your center, you gasp in delight and breathe my name.1

We take each other, there in the grass, as the rain begins to fall. Cold as it strikes my flexing back. soothing and sensual as your hands glide across it. Our sounds of pleasure rise to the air to be carried up to the gossipping trees. I lick the rain from your eyes and you writhe and moan with pleasure, and for good measure, I kiss your neck. Animals scurry at our sounds and thunder resounds, applauding our coitus. The wind arrives for a blustery gaze, stinging our bodies with its presence, only heightening our ecstasy. Let nature watch, we don't care. The rhythm has us in its grasp, and will not release us until we are sated. Lightning strikes, sending platonic convulsions through our bodies, and you hold on to me tighter. Again lightning and thunder right above us, as if nature loved us, but wanted its field back for themselves, having been inspired by our passion. I hesitate as the wind begins to scream for us to leave, but you pull me deeper, pleading with your eyes, "just a little longer", bowing my head against the rain I resume. My body, frozen,except for my core, continues its rhythm as my mind marvels at the sight of you. Your hair soaked and matted to your face, your eyes flashing brilliance at raptures embrace. your breathing, shallow, comes in pants and moans. Your nipples standing against the cold. I feel the spasms begin in your hips, I lean forward and kiss your lips. Now orgasmic, you buck and  twist, in the throes of climax, your hands become fists. Holding on tightly to the sweetest sensation, we find our release in dual elation. .2

the rain, satisfied it has put out our fire, and the wind realizing there is no flame to feed, both draw away, taking with them the clouds, to give the sun an unobstructed view of the afterglow.3