#ThunderstormThursday She comes in like a storm— dark sky on her shoulders, lightning braided throug…
#ThunderstormThursday She comes in like a storm— dark sky on her shoulders, lightning braided through her breath, rain trembling to fall just to touch her skin. When she looks at me, the whole world breaks open. Clouds split. Thunder rolls low like a promise. And I swear— I would stand in every downpour just to feel her claim me again. She is my thunderstorm, wild and unrestrained, soaking me to the bone with every kiss, every whisper, every slow, electric touch that leaves my pulse flashing white‑hot. Let the sky rage. Let the rain drown the night. I want her— drenched, breathless, pressed against me as the storm pours through us, two bodies lit from within by the same bolt of desire. I am hers in every drop, every shiver, every strike of heat that falls between us.
