Let me Taste the rain

Let me taste rain from your lips,
while you hold me in your arms.
Can I ask that they always be there
to harbor me in storms that happen
upon me during early afternoons.
As we close our eyes and touch each other
we hope to retain the sensations created
between our tender kisses and caresses.
We laughed in the rain and teased
each other in ways that lingered
until nights sleep and dreams
carry us away.


Crazy, as thunder crashes above us,
rain, pouring down through the trees.
Together rain cascades down and
over us, no one even remotely close.
Under cover, we once again find
the tenderness of each other. Our
skin's taste fresh upon these lips.

We trap our desires for this closeness
under an umbrella we hold together,
touching each other, teasing, probing
for more extensions of these times.
We create desires to taunt such passions
and hold one another until they subside,
lost among the steam of summers rain.

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