on the most unexpected night,
i will come for you.

the sweetness of my storm fills your lungs, and my rushing, tempest gale flips your world around.

on this anticipated night,
i will come for you.

the crack of my thunder, the roar of my fury, the flash in your night, i am coming,
coming, coming for you.

and no seven nation army even saw me coming, let alone,
could fucking hold me back.


by the time I woke, you had already showered and made yourself comfortable on the balcony hammock. the cool morning breeze gently rocking you from side to side, and that same breeze called me to the open door to join you. you wore the same delicate black lingerie you wore last night, and the same white business shirt that i wore.

as i approached, i realised that it wasn’t the breeze rocking the hammock from side to side. with one hand holding a book, and the other beneath the lace of your panties, your body began to arch.

i was spellbound.

realising that i now stood behind you, you turned your head, but didn’t stop.

“oh good, i’m glad you’re awake. i want you to watch me come.”