We made love during a mid-summer storm
a second story balcony, blanket shielded railing
two bodies reflectting moonlight, blended nakedness,
slippery wet pearls of rain and sweat'
We moved as one, each taking credit for the thunder.
A flash of electric zig-zag exposed a still photo
of ecstacy on her satin face
Pulling closer, tighter our spasms grew
exploding in rythm with the storm
a menage-a-troit of sorts.
The storm dimished, as did we
and brought us to our feet.
Before I left I asked her name
I'm sure I did
She asked mine too....I think
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