Photo by Graham A Stephen (http://geotopoi.wordpress.com)
A clap of thunder woke her from slumber.
She shivered but not from fear.
Raindrops trickled on warm skin –
trailing down her neck and over her breasts.
The warm moisture tingled and teased
her curves and crevices.
Gasping for breath, she sighed his name.
He answered with a low rumble,
and his black eyes roved over her.
Teshub, she called him again
as the mad storm devoured her.
She clung to him, mewling and spent.
Lightning coursed through her veins
as wild winds carried her over the edge.
*Teshub is the Hurrian god of sky and storm.