Remember When, The Rain

Posted: December 31, 2014 in Poetry
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I seem to recall

that hot summer’s day,

walking into a soft rain,

warm, passionate, soaking water,

wet hair, beautiful sparkling eyes,

sneaking down alleys looking for shelter,

we were not needing a place to dry as much,

wanting each other,

wet skin, wet eyes, wet hair,

wet welcome while we

made passionate love,

with hiked skirts and dropped khakis,

lost in the rain,

lost in each other.

Do you remember?

  1. Sexy poem… being in the rain like this is so erotic.


  2. prospermind says:

    Grapping words of passion,
    they leave me breathless.


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