beauty, love, poetry, sex, women

How it rains

Want
It pools in me
And you feed it
With a smile
Entertaining a restraint
Which makes me ache
This energy
A slow breath
Fucking and exploding
Playful surgery
Feeling the spasms
Of you againstme
Like the air
Before a storm
And in my head
It rains
Oh god how
It
Rains

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