Yearning.

As your fingertips play along my skin
The storm begins
As you entwine your hands into my hair and pull ever so gently
The clouds emerge and the thunder begins
You trace your lips along my neck and begin to bite down
The waves start to crash against one another
Rising to unspeakable heights
Your hands search for every part of my body untouched
You begin to drive your thirst and desperation into me
The waves consume me
I am drowning ever so deliciously and passionately
We are caught in the storm
Our storm
One that tears us to pieces while making us feel so alive