Hear it?
Its pittering, and pattering
on the rooftops, they're shattering.
The constant clattering
of the raindrops...
First one, then two
on your head, then your shoe.
And you look to the sky
and one falls and lands
in your eye.
As you lower your head,
the drop falls like a tear
and catches the moonbeam
and it glistens, the water
so clear.
And as your brow wrinkles
and you part your thick lips
and your smile becomes mine
and your hands slide
up over my hips...
My stomach sinks softly
and I melt into you.
The rain falling around us
beneath all these trees...
Naked, next to you.
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