Lightning flashed a brilliant blue,
shedding on the inside two.
She saw his surfaces alight,
brighter than by the dim light.
She saw the strands of his lengthy mane,
though shadows from curves of muscle remain.
He remained unmoving through lightning flashes,
unstartled through the thunder crashes.
No matter how discomforting to her,
while with him it is almost as if they never were.
As she sat with legs astride,
she knew he had no fears to hide.
She placed her hands upon his shoulders,
felt his warmth with her fingers.
She felt the softness of his skin,
as movement of her tips began.
Along his back they moved slowly,
downward until they brushed her thighs lightly.
She became more aware as she moved gently,
of her legs against the sides of his body.
She tightened around him as she leaned forward,
and inhaled as her head lowered.
A distinct scent that she knows well,
that mixed with her own as her hair fell.
She moved his hair aside and kissed his neck,
then moved her body further down his back.
The shiver doubled going through her,
as her breasts touched him like a feather.
Her sensitive flesh continued sending,
electricity from each nerve ending.
As if by lightning, she was struck,
and caused gently her body to buck.
As she calmed she then heard,
his quiet noises almost like words.
She lay in comfort and felt him breathing,
his body expanding and contracting.
His fall and rise in her embrace,
softness and warmth against her body and face.
Stroking his shoulder, atop him she lay,
eyes closed and nothing to say.
Listening to the rumble of thunder and rain,
the feel of moving sensations remain.
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