The Summer Rain Storm

Fingers entwined
laughter rising
running for the trees
summer tempest
racing hearts
breaths mingling
eyes meeting
steam rising between us
flickering tongues
ambrosia of your skin
coolness of the rain
warm breeze on my skin
cling of clothing he fumbles in our haste
the showers caress
Humid warmth, so moist
shivers not from cold but yearning deep inside
passion like the steam ascending to the sky
sweet nectar rain and desire intermingled
like our bodies the storm crests and so do we intense,
fierce, overwhelming quiet consequence
gentle yield to calm summers gift of tears on our naked
elation

 

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