Passion Never Dies
05-06-04
She stepped from her truck and walked slowly towards me with a look of something devilish shown by her eyes,
The sky filled with clouds, the hammer of thunder, lightning screamed its cry,
She meant business, she had changed, and I have never seen this side.
As the rain came down heavy, she stopped in front of me and opened her overcoat wide.
Skin soft and sensual covered with patches of black lace, pleasures to blossom, Before I knew it my jeans were tugged at till finally I had lost them.
She pushed me back till I fell to the ground and there she stood above me, It’s been too long in her seductive voice, and now its time to love me.
Slowly she straddled me holding my wrists tightly back, I felt the winds of this cold wet night, as I became her snack.
She leaned into me as her hips started to grind, then a passionate kiss, Lip locked, tongues touched, then feverishly she didn’t waste anytime,
I went from fear to ecstasy remembering her every move, I went with the flow teased her with a kiss, as I got into my own groove.
Filled with lust and hunger, the point where she had brought me, Aroused with the warmth and her heat, this woman she had sought me, Didn’t matter to me, every move that she made, was another intensified treat.
We made love for what seemed like it was hours, And after 25 years of marriage, we still love during mother natures rain showers.
