some of the lines may be off, since I copied & pasted from my ezboard thread.

He knew he was the reason she'd lay skyclad
at night, especially on those hot Summer nights.
The heated dreams that would plague her, causing
her skin to glisten in the moonlight on those nights
during a full moon. That silvery light would highlight
her form so nicely. Yet, it was on the rainy nights
he would venture within her sanctum.

She always left the window unlatched, each night, in
hopes that he would find his way in. And how she
wanted him deep within!

Within a blink of an eye, the sheet lay sprawled upon
the damp floor.

Her hair hung down around her shoulders as if a waterfall
cascading down a mountain side, curling near her delicate
flesh that heaved with each breath. How he adored the
way her fiery hair framed her face, her body. Closer he
moved, without seeming to move at all. So quick were
his motions and she was quickly enveloped within his arms.

The scent of rain clung to his hair as she inhaled deeply,
reveling in all that was him. Her body was on fire now, as
his lips met hers. She was puddy beneath his touch, strong
yet gentle, as he pulled her down. Her body opened for him,
blooming like a moonflower beneath a full moon.

His hands fluttered over her form, his teeth grazed her lips
as he planted a kiss upon her lips once more. Her nakedness
felt good beneath him and he wanted more than just the
touch of this heavenly body.

Those lips wandered everywhere, along the curve of her
slender neck and down towards the roundness of her
breasts. All the while, his fingers probed and flitted like
butterfly wings upon her. Sliding down her hip, caressing
her leg starting on the outside and following that rail around
until it met with her blooming flower.

Her nectar flowed like a stream might after a hearty rain. She wrapped a leg around his waist, feeling the coolness of his damp clothes penetrate her skin. It felt good, that cool rain,
against her fire. She slipped her hands between them, working
the buttons on the shirt and then moved on to the prize she
wanted most.

He dabbled within her flower, briefly, then withdrawing the
nimble finger. A wicked grin crossed his lips as he looked up
toward her blushing face. His fingers glided across his lips,
leaving behind her succulent honey for him to taste. And as
he does this, her fingers penetrate and grasp hold of the
prize.

~to be cont.