Stormy Night on the 17th Floor

I still remember the stormy night,

We spent together on the 17th floor.

As the breeze touched your skin,

I kissed each spot of your body, exploring more.

Your eyes shimmered with a secret light,

Mirroring the lightning outside.

We were the thunder, bold and bright,

Our passion a tempest we couldn’t hide.

I grabbed an ice cube,

And started rubbing at your neck.

It melted under my touch, a subtle ruse,

And then I started to kiss you there, a tender peck.

I still remember that mole on your left thigh,

A perfect mark, a spot to cherish.

How I sucked it and said you taste amazing,

A moment that made our night more embellished.

The moment we started to get more intimate,

Our breaths synchronized, a silent hymn.

I started to kiss those feather-soft lips hard,

Your taste, intoxicating, my senses dim.

Damn! I feel like I am drinking heaven’s poison,

With every touch, every kiss, every sigh.

Our bodies entwined, a fervent union,

Under the stormy sky, we were bound to fly.

Every caress, a promise, a plea,

As our hearts raced in a fevered dance.

I still remember the stormy night, you and me,

Lost in our love, seized by chance.

Our whispers mingled with the wind’s song,

Each sigh, a note in our private symphony.

We explored each other, a journey long,

In the storm’s embrace, we found our destiny.

The ice melted, but our heat remained,

A fervent blaze, an unquenchable fire.

I still remember how we loved, unrestrained,

A night of ecstasy, of pure desire.

Now, whenever the storm rolls in,

I think of that night, that sacred delight.

The memory of you, under my skin,

The 17th floor, our eternal twilight.

© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY