Rain

I can smell the rain on your skin.

Chilled goose flesh beneath my fingertips, stray strands of your hair tangled within my roaming hands. You taste of rushing water, like the eternal wellspring of Life itself. Oh, gods in Heaven, the taste of you!

The wind has whipped your soaked shirt around your soft form, twisted amongst the curves of this divine wonderland that is revealed as I lift it up and off, over your head and onto the floor, a forgotten puddle.

Your eyes! Bright with fervent fires beneath ardent blue--first cobalt, then as azure as the sky above the darkened clouds that drop torrents of rain from the heavens, roaring against the tin roof of our country home. I could stay in your gaze for forever, my love, if you would but look into mine for so long...

I long to taste you, with a desire that starts in my weakening legs and strengthens my love for you as I pull you to me, my mouth on yours, hot and soft, velvet tongue against my own. There is no space between us, and yet I need you closer still...

To be continued, if anyone wants to read it...