She is the Storm - Azure Wand
She Is the Storm
She moves like midnight thunder,
electric whispers on bare skin,
a slow surge of wanting, pulsing,
sparking deep from within.
Fingers trace the map of her,
soft valleys, rising peaks,
each curve a sacred scripture,
her body—poetry that speaks.
She parts her lips, exhales desire,
moaning spells into the air,
throat unbound, wide open,
like blue lightning—raw and bare.
The wand hums like whispered secrets,
a current rolling through her veins,
pleasure drips like summer rain,
drenched in bliss, unchained, untamed.
No rush, no race, just melting,
one with body, breath, and sky,
she is the storm—unfolding slowly,
thunder moaning her reply.
