The rain outside

Turn off the lights
Lock the doors
Switch off the phones
Let the world lazily spin

The rain is our soundtrack
As my mouth works
Against the line of
Your throat
My fingers
Teasing the moisture
A bee gathers pollen
With less fervour
Than
I
Touch
You

These
Soft moments
Beginnings
Taking us higher
Until we make
A drug of your
Body and mine

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