Dry

Soft, arid, dry.. I have often compared myself to a desert.

 

 

Let us make love like a desert storm

Let the wind blow lightly between our bodies

Then little raindrops like kisses

All over us

Then bring in the passion of thunder

And lightening

With a rain that pounds on us

From above.

Let crevices fill with fluid

Lips meet

And never part.

Hips moving in a beautiful rhythm

At a pace both of us enjoy.

With unrelenting rain

Thunder clapping

Lightening striking

Let us continue

Until the desert is dry.

 

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