It’s raining
and I feel it running down my skin,
That harsh sharp cold
that sets off the vibration within,
Running in rivulets
clothes and hair soaked through,
Sets the fire within me roaring
and my thoughts they turn to you,
Listening to that sound
the water pouring down,
And I am enveloped
a sea of you I drown,
It’s raining
sweet soft summer rain,
It draws my thoughts you
such predictability I am slain,
It’s raining
warmth and water travel across my skin,
Hesitation in daydreaming
the sweetest fucking sin,
The sound of the rain
it’s music does surround,
Soaking my skin dancing in the rain
to its rhythm I am bound….

.x.

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