— a Chaucerian Roundel of passion
Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain
The heavy downpour enters every pore
Naked— we swell into the storm’s full roar
Wind shreds the porch screen; lust can’t contain
Our lips taste like ozone, no world before
Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain
The heavy downpour enters every pore
Bodies arch—lightning—our dam breaks in vain
That flash ignites our breath from depth to shore
Your pulse drums thunder trembling through my core
Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain
The heavy downpour enters every pore
Naked— we swell into the storm’s full roar
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
— a Chaucerian Roundel of passion
Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain
The heavy downpour enters every pore
Naked— we swell into the storm’s full roar
Wind shreds the porch screen; lust can’t contain
Our lips taste like ozone, no world before
Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain
The heavy downpour enters every pore
Bodies arch—lightning—our dam breaks in vain
That flash ignites our breath from depth to shore
Your pulse drums thunder trembling through my core
Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain
The heavy downpour enters every pore
Naked— we swell into the storm’s full roar
give this a try your next summer storm, I highly recommend it
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