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As the rain comes pouring down, and patters against my window sill, 
I think of you, and how wonderful you make me feel.  How much I truly 
love you, like I love the rain; with all of my heart and all of my soul.  

It (the rain) and you make me feel so young and vibrant.  Even though I 
am old and far from a spring chicken these days.  I hear the wind blow the 
storming skies around and think of how you breathe on my neck, giving me
soft kisses, and breathing quietly in my ear.  

Then my mind wanders to your kiss.  Your kiss that is so soul searching, 
and passionate.  Your blue eyes that look at me and sparkle, like they are 
two sapphires on display for their brilliance.  

As I wander through my memories of you, I think of how perfect our 
bodies fit together, snuggling close, and nothing could feel more right.  

You are the man of my dreams.  The one I dreamed of often and asked for 
from the Goddess & God on my 366th day and initiation of choosing my path.  
The one man on the entire planet that matches my passion, intelligence, sexuality, and mindfulness of others in the world.  

I find I need you more and more every day.  

And oh how I miss you, so very much.  My love for you goes deeper than 
any ocean, goes higher than any mountain, and encompasses my entire existence, each and every day. 

Yet there is a sadness in my heart, with teardrops streaming down, 
as I remember and realize, we will never take this love of ours to the 
next level.  It will always remain a rendezvous.  A stolen moment, 
locked away where no one will ever see us together.  

That golden moment is better than nothing at all, so I push the sadness 
away for a short time, wipe my eyes dry, so that I might just enjoy 
you for these stolen moments.  

And the rain storm silently leaves the sky with thunder 
echoing off the mountain tops...

And so it goes...
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