Sunday, February 06, 2005

begins to fall.
I hold her in my arms.
The cool drops
tickle and dance over warm skin.
desire dances.
My body is hot.
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.

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