After the storm is over

And we collect our clothes to get ready

My eyes still linger on your bosom

So enticing are they

I want to feast on them

Even if I had suckled them to my heart's content 

You find me lusting again 

Pulling me closer 

You smudge me between your breasts 

And sit cross legged

Thrusting your pendulous assets on my face

Another storm commences...

©LR