Rain

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 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

hard.

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.