Night of passion Incessant rain was lashing strong against the roof. Sitting centimeters across the sofa in that dim lit room, looking at her, I gulped the last sip from my seventh peg. Our eyes ever stood loyal to the growing need for the warmth of flesh. As she watched and ensured the fluid passing down my moist throat, she stood up and walked towards me. Taking the empty glass from my hand, she kept it down on to the table. Gently leaning towards me, she made her sit, wide stretch on to my lap, while taking her gown off. As I moved unfaked over those familiar crests and troughs, amidst the thunders and lightning, the rain continued stronger to play its music of fantasy. Re-visiting the night- of rain, love, passion and heat #yqbaba #yourquote #yqaestheticthoughts #peppeboy #moansandmoons #her_series #rainynight #passionoflove
