Flavored Rain

Beauty's origination. An African proclamation. proverbs, wise words A Mayou Angelou poem unheard You're the recurrence of sweet dreams that fall from heaven and form chocolate streams. Light after night as autumn takes flight Your silence I want to know your moans I want to hone With you, I can grow molding my soul like Demi Moore in Ghost. Touch my body like pottery move my spirit poetically I have a love I want to show you a tale to pen for you It's sexy how you're reading me Accepting soft eruptions with no interruptions. Come talk to me as I bathe in your vanilla rain. Whisperings that linger long after midnight. Love by moonlight.