In the Pouring Rain
The raindrops sparkle,
cunningly on your lashes,
jewels in the mist.
The wetness of silk,
reveals a woman's beauty,
only once just imagined.
As the sky pours down,
little beads of ecstasy,
a kiss warms our lips.
Your soft, warm, damp skin,
riling imagination,
in the pouring rain.
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