| Raindrop Rhapsody |
| The sound of tires coasting down soaked streets, aglow with the slick red reflection of tail lights outside my window. I watch your silhouette, almost a shadow traverse the turbulent midnight shower until finally you emerge from between the dense sheets of pouring rain. Angel of my night, you come to me when I need you most. Your face is wet when at last you reach my door, stepping inside not bothering to dry off before indulging in the comfort of my embrace. The smell of rain on your skin, damp clothing clinging to your sturdy frame, the flicker of candlelight in your eyes- ordinary occurrences become sacred and surreal. You lean closer intoxicating me with the scent of my favorite memories. Brown eyes pierce me where I am weakest, strengthening the me I allow only you to see. So many moods to you and I, so many ways you love me, sexual, spiritual, completely illogical soulfully magical, fanciful, and beautiful. My body, mind and spirit hold tightly to your own as if we were once one, every touch its own reunion of separated souls. Never were two more destined to be entangled, entranced, enchanted, and endlessly enraptured. Your lips, half open brush against mine offering sugary, sensual kisses lingering long enough to stop time's tracks. Your hands roaming, your mouth kissing places that have been sorely missing your touch, your vibe, sinful techniques that leave me happily at your mercy. Sex sounds... heaven found. We lie in a field of crisp cotton. As the rain comes inside, sheets of sweat soak linen creases. We love to the rhythm of raindrops. I hum its melody in your ear between silent vows and abstract ad libs. Angel of my night, you complete me when I need you most. RLT �2000 |
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