July 20, 2011


The rain reminds me of him,
its touch caresses my upturned face
That gentle coolness crawling
upon my expectant mouth as
those lips have when he would bend over to kiss them.
The night surrounds me as he once did,
in the same soothing tender quiet way when
he'd cover me with a warm, musky body while the
sensation of those firm arms cloaked me in peace
The wind is a constant part of him
with the cool touch upon pale cheeks as his fingers would,
then traveling beneath my loose clothes
and feeling what others could only dream of

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