When The Wind Howls - Sex Stories

When The Wind Howls

The wind howls as we walk and flutters our clothes like weak curtains, your hand squeezing mine to feel a brief flash of warmth bloom between our palms. I love you more than ever in those moments, looking at you like an entirely new species When watching the way your hair lifts and twists in the wind, catching the moon's faint beams to shimmer each strand like smooth spun silk. I want to follow each one with my fingertips down to their roots, summon the mysterious perfumes living within and between each strand, breathe in and hold your essence in my lungs for as long as I can When the wind howls and flutters the invisible wires stringing through and tethering the world together, your hand squeezes mine and I know a kiss is about to bloom from our lips. We feel the earth moving some ancient nameless gear that we can't begin to understand the turning of, but we seek one another out because we can feel it, that the wheels keeping every orbit and the molecules built into everything can be split at any moment. I love you more than ever in that second I see you as an entirely new species to treasure and learn every single detail of When watching the way your body stills and envelopes mine, catching the wind to cool the fevers screaming through us. I want our hands to follow along our bare skins, unfold and keep the other's secrets, taste the electricity charging between us, summon the mysterious perfumes flowing around and deep inside you, breathe in and clutch our essence in release for as long as we can When the wind howls and I crave you more than ever.