My lips a breath above your button hesitate The timing must be perfect Not too soon Not too late Nipples hardened Fists tightened Back arched Impatiently your eyes implore ,.Your kisses are so gentle your touch butterfly light but that is not what I want on this dark and stormy night I want you to let go of all those warning bells, I want to throw myself at you with a growl like a huntress from hell. I want to feel you enter with a little carnal lust, I want to hear us both cry out under every forceful thrust. I want to feel your lightening and hear the thunder inside I want you to open the floods of passion forced to hide. My thoughts are as dark as this electric stormy night, I succumb to your gentle kisses and your touch butterfly light.