A leather jacket she’s wearing, so rugged it feels. It’s a cold night, a little chilly I can tell. Raindrops everywhere. I can feel it on my skin.

Her lipstick is the highlight of the night, all my focus, all my attention. I’m getting closer to her with the rain falling on both of us. It’s making that lipstick melting on her lips like she needed to get more tempting.

I’m getting closer, every step coheres with my racing heart, so precise, so crucial.

She’s sending kisses with the foggy wind. I can taste her lips from it. I’m being controlled by her power, gracefulness and her presence.

I’m unbuttoning that jacket waiting for my treat. She’s feeling my body. I keep a stare with her, a stare that makes her knees go weak.

I’m whispering all the things that I want to do to her, so guilty and so not appropriate. Every kiss is followed by a strike of the thunder. It electrifies our bodies.

I’m teasing her in the places that she loves. She’s craving for me, for me finishing her. But I don’t go for it right away.

I’m taking all the stars away. It’s so black right now. I can control her body. She loves being controlled, torn and slut treated.

I’m fulfilling all her fantasies. I’m starting by putting my favourite chocolate on my favourite places, allowing for my tongue to taste you better.

I’m feeling you so close to me. Our heartbeats are getting louder, also our voices. We are reaching our climax together, so high and so pleasurable.

I’m wrapping off your clothes faster than you do.

Our bodies are moulded into one under the rain shower. “I love you “ is the last thing we say to each other.