beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Raining Outside

 Invite me across 

The threshold
My fingers pluck
The clothes from your body
How I would ravish you
Others see you as 
Delicate
But I know how
You seek passion
Someone who knows
that you want to be
Held explored
As flesh not porcelain
Made to feel 
Rather than think
the drumming patter
outside soothing
slow covering the world
anew as we move
against one another
wrapped in warm dark
kisses as wet as
the sky outside
anew we find solace
in the separation
shaking like surface tension
entwined around me
the word holds its breath
until we find release
temporalemontagna
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