While

we made love
while lightning danced 
just outside the window panes,
illuminating thrusts and moans
for brief seconds in sexy history,
hers and mine.

while the bed shook,
the sheets left for the floor,
and the rain gave a symphony
to go along with our screams,
finishing together
in a crash of thunder. 

cleaning up,
the good stuff
they don't show in movies,
we agreed on ice cream
and a Netflix documentary,
while spooning with spoons.