Thursday, March 01, 2012


Rain 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 bodies,
and collects on the ground.

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

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

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