Rain
begins to fall.
I hold her in my arms.
The cool drops
tickle and dance over warm skin.
Inside,
desire dances.
My body is hot.
Outside,
water beads off our bodies,
and collects on the ground.

I taste her lips,
and feel her warmth
pouring in me.
The tight, wet cotton
sticks to her skin.
I can see the pink
of her nipples.
Our bodies are hard.

We embrace
that evening
as if to never see each other again.
I cannot feel the rain.
I forget how my body feels.
No longer me and her,
but us.