They were sitting in their love seat, Out on the back porch in their secluded home, Watching out back at the snow fall, On a night that they dare not roam. There is some candle light shining, And some soft music to spare. Both dressed mildly, With a large blanket to share. They nestle very closely, Keeping each other warm, Through the wind and snow, Both start a wild winter storm. He has his arm around her, As she is up on his body at rest. He holds her tight as his hands, Keep warm her delicate breast. She sat on his lap, Covering one leg. His other shielding her thighs, From the biting cold as it begs. A gust of cold wind cuts through the porch, Drawing them closer together. She looked up at him with lecherous eyes, That's far warmer than the weather. He leaned his head toward her, Kissed her lips with his upon desire. Their hands caress one another, As the temperature warms higher. He fingers beneath her clothing, As it was an obstacle to go around. While she does the same, Inching up with each kiss they bound. The storm outside intensifies, Seen by the large snow flakes piling high, As he moves his hand underneath her skirt, And begins to stroke her upper thigh. She undoes his shirt by her fondling fingers, And fervently rubs his hairy chest, Then leans forward kissing his lips down to his neck, Pressing his body hard against her breast. She moves her hands down his side, Tickling him with her finger tips, Undoing his belt and pants, While still passionately kissing his lips. The love seat flattens out, While he lays her back. Their emotions, like the storm, Strengthen along the amorous track. He slides beneath the covers, Pulling down her skirt slowly, Thumbing her thighs down to her feet, Exposing everything 'holy.' He moves up with his lips and tongue, Kissing her silky smooth skin. He edges off his pants, As he's moistly grazing her shin. His hands steadily move up her thigh, Ahead of his lips of pleasure, To her desire, reaches the top, Kissing the lips of her intimate treasure. He rubs her soft arms by fingertips, Slowly caressing forearms up to shoulder. Wet kissing her navel, And wrapping himself around to hold her. He embraces her tightly to his body, Protecting her from the cold. Rubbing and kissing every inch of her, Building up to the event of being bold. The wind and snow pick up intensely, To where it blows out the candles. The whiteout conditions become ferocious, In which cold, blind loneliness it usually handles. The couple, full of love and passion, Are immune from the storm that's fierce. They generate heat under the blanket, And now in her he does pierce. The unite together, Becoming bonded in every way: Physically, emotionally, mentally, And spiritually as they lay. Rhythm o their hearts, Become synchronized, While their thoughts and desires, Have channelized. The temperature within the blanket, Rises rapidly as physical power enhances. Moisture accumulates on their bodies, As they compliment each other's advances. They share an emotional union, From by the physical friction, Vibrating through out their bodies. Within them formed an addiction. Both atmospheres, outside and in, Become more electrifying yet unstable. Physical force intensifies now beyond Satisfying each other they enable. Lightning and thunder strikes, As the peak of the storm passes, While the sensual climax comes, And all physical fulfillment surpasses. Now they snuggle up to each other, Lying side by side. They try to catch their breath, And reflect on their love they abide. The storm diminished to flurries, And wind down to a slight breeze. Thus nature had a perfect night, For them to do what they please. They shared something intimate, Emotional and special above all. Their feelings are just as strong as before, Now nothing is left to befall. True love goes beyond the physical, And they have more than each does supply. They lay beside each other, not saying a word. But the love is seen in each other's eyes.Birth sign: Scorpio
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