When I feel the thunder crashing
I imagine it's the thrashing
Of my sweet sadistic lover
Snatching me out of the covers
When I hear the storm winds howling
I imagine it's the growling
Of my lover in the night
His eyes filled with evil light
When I feel the rain drops falling
It makes my mind start recalling
Tears my lover brought to me
From pleasure and pain mixed expertly
When my lover leaves me bleeding
Fully sated but still needing
Another ***** romp with him
But next time I'm S and he's M
Tonight is probably the only time the thunder was NOT a lullaby, so I thought I'd try a naughty poem