I want to make LOVE!
Become a perfect storm
Thunder clapping wet chaos till the morn
Precipitation of lust passion born
Lightning pulse vibrates without warn
Tornado tongues twisting bodies toss and turn
Wildfire from friction inhibitions burn
Burrow inside writhe and squirm
Souls connect no longer have to yearn
Lay we can play on a bed of clouds
Chaos creates rhythm feel me plow
Stroke caress the kitty make it meow
Mercilessly pound give an ******* pow
**** downpour of torrential rain
Contorting Tantra yoga poses feeling no strain
Connect chu chu steady like a train
Flooded with ecstasy as our bodies lay drained.