The Rain

I took off my shirt in the rain
Needing to feel it on my breasts
Holding my head back
The wetness trailed down me
In a pattern
I traced with my finger.

There is none of him on me
There never has been
He isn’t strong enough
To touch me
He isn’t like this rain
Coming down on me.

Viscosity is my favorite flavor
So I lend my soul to it’s feel
Like an unbridled horse I run with desire
There is nothing that gets between us
Nothing in this world
But rain.


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