The rain is falls upon the earth.  Quenching her thirst, and renewing her.  The rain doesn’t relieve my thirst: my passion.  I turn to you for your cooling touch. Lightning strikes and thunder rolls.

     I am boiling over.  I scratch your back.  You bite my neck, and gently kiss my breast, caressing them tenderly.  I nibble at your ear.  .  I pierce the air with you name as I climax.  Lightning strikes and thunder rolls.

     I awake, still wanting you.  I’m craving you like a drug.  Yearning for your touch.  In need of your lips pressed against mine.  Lightning strikes and thunder rolls. 

     The rain falls from the sky.  This time my tears are falling with it.