A thunder storm heightens my desire, for I was conceived during a storm

As the thunder rolls and the lightening dances across the sky,
My body reacts to the intensity, putting me on a sexual high.
I was conceived during a thrunderstorm, amid sweaty, tangled bodies and the smell of musk,
The storm made my father a beast of passion, consumed by lust.
I wish to lie in the dark, feeling the sky's lightworks display,
My body becomes electric, so charged that I smolter where I lay.
I want my lovers strong hands to caress my body as the storm roars,
The feel of ardent kisses and a tongue of fire, is what I adore.
I want the passion in my bed to copy the passion in the sky,
I want wild thunderbolt thrusts surging through me, making me sigh.
As my hands caress my lover's back, my lips moan his name,
He becomes a mighty gale, so forceful, with the power of a hurricane.
Soon on orgasm's cloud, I soar and rise,
I become part of the passion that rages in the skies.

Music: Animal Instinct