The room is dimly lit by neon,
i turn around to see your face,
my hands behind my head are tied,
my breathing is so out of pace.

You have me down on my knees,
satisfied by the view,
you harass my pale white skin,
the only thing i feel- is you.

You lift my shirt, and blindfold me with it,
instantly i loose my sight,
then take my hair in a fist,
and pull it softly-such delight.

I gasp for air but i stay still,
finding comfort in your smell,
standing from behind you part my legs,
surprised by it -i almost fell.

Aroused by my submission,
your breath gets husky and sharp
you cup my breast with your hand
tearing my reason apart.

I feel your hair on my nape
as you teasingly lick my lips
your hands slide down my navel
and i melt on your fingertips.

You know my body, and where it aches ,
down to every little cell,
i know you love me but still **** me hard,
everything you do,you do so well.

The smell of rain precedes the storm
that looms out in the west.
The sound of distant thunder
causes racing in my chest.

The temperature begins to drop
as I begin to flee
Seeking shelter from the storm
beneath a lonely tree.

I cower there, although I know
this haven's a mistake.
I know this is a lightning rod
but that's the chance I take.

The clouds, like battlements,
now, tower overhead
Ominous...majestic...and
they fill my heart with dread.

Drops of rain begin to fall
and plop among the leaves
Followed my the icy hail
that toward my shelter weaves.

A branch has fallen near my crouch
and nearly I am crushed.
My choice to wait beneath the tree
now seems a little rushed.

I stumble out into the storm.  
The rain is driving hard.
Lightning strikes the tree I'd left.  
The trunk is black and charred.

How foolish was my little hike
in spite of warnings thus.
Stay at home when storms approach
or next time...take the bus