Drenched By Passion In the Pouring Rain
I can feel the rain pouring down
As I move closer into your embrace
Caressing your face
You stir in your own unique way
Your fingers play their own special tune,
As gently as only you can do
Over curved roads,
Under bridges, you reach the peak
The passion and the rain,
engrossed in a battle of their own
In a race to decide,
Who will drench me first…?
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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