
Storm Racers by: Karmel
The storm was the music used for their dance
The shaking from the thunder only served to enhance
The vibrations they were caus ing as they moved together
This was the reason that they loved this type of weather
No need for candles as the lighting flashed all around
No need to be quiet because the thunder masked the sounds
While the storm intimidated some and had others afraid
They were like two kids who freely played
They played in the bed they played on the floor
The strength of the storm made them want to play more
He was hungry for a meal that only she could provide
He was the only horse around for her to ride
As long as the rain continued falling
He made sure that his name she was calling
And she returned the favor as they tossed and turned
Using every single thing that she had ever learned
About how to please h while trying new things
Loving the freedom that the storms always bring
Moans and screams scratches and sweat
This would be a storm they wouldn’t soon forget
As the wind quieted and the drops began to slow
They moved back to the bed for their final crescendo
As the storm was ending so were they
Covered in salty rain together they lay
Satisfied for the moment shaking yet warm
Already thinking of the next time they could race a storm
Mojados by: Eric H. Allen
laying at the edge of the beach
Where water blends with sand
At the precise point of…
Mutual orgasms
Liquids consume us
Like blankets
Then disappear
As the tide de-constricts
Like vertebrate
Back into infinite ocean
Mojados mojados mojados
Wet all over
As your coast trembles
I lick your sea salty nips…
The skin pricks
From your nails
Refocus my stride
Just as the incoming
tide Rushes us again
Yet settles
Our bodies imprint
Upon sand like monuments
Estamos Mojados…. Mojados… Mojados
We become islands
Surrounded in replenish-able
residues…
As I continue to fill you At half mast
It is your pools
That sooth me
While gazing
deeper into your puddles
You penetrate me
Subtly with words that mature
Softly requesting more
Placing your hands
Between you and I
As water cleanse us
It is we that bless the oceans
As our tide Now drifts out to sea I see the you in we…
Kissing liquid mental’s
Mojados Mojados Mojados
Our continents Now liquefy in love
Maneuvers exercise
Defined restraint
As one sensually Breathing as we…
Caught in coves of Bless’d bliss
So deepest
That I have become you
Touched by your inner most pearl
She fondles my tip With unlit abyss pressure less…
Estamos Mojados…. Mojados…Mojados… Mojados… Mojados