Isn’t it best fucking done 

Through a wild and threatening storm?

That night there were flashes along the horizon

Mingling with the glistening city lights

That winked in the distance like fireflies

Through silver streamers of driven rain.

No moon,

No stars.

Safe inside your room

I was safe inside you.

We went at it in the inky blackness

Ripped bright by blue-white flares.

My climax hammered through me

In beams and bolts

Wrapped in warm white velvet

You took deep

As your finish raced to meet mine

To the drumming of thunder outside.

You wrote about that night in your diary.

I wrote about that night here.