He pulled me in a dark room,
Lightened by only the sparkle in his eye,
And quickly I awoke
From what I thought was a dream.

My eyes pondered at him,
Wondering where his next touch would be,
And my mind raced to find the zipper on his jeans.
And that was it.

Quickly, clothes poured like rain,
From the ceiling to the tiled floors,
In which I found myself so cold,
So bare against.

But the warmth of his body was all I needed
To satisfy me.
His heavy breath and subtle sighs
Left a trail of goosebumps just upon my thighs.

And my heart fluttered,
Or rather, it skipped a few beats,
When his precious waves,
Flew in so deep.

He was panting, waiting to turn
His waves into a hurricane.
But with a hurricane comes rain,
So he held back this desire.

As the pressure of the current
Became too intense to control,
He pulled back from his hurricane
And let it explode.