Thrill of Rain
smells like rain
can’t complain
time to run
let’s have fun
drizzles fall
hours enthrall
bare our toes
puddle flows
we both hop
till knees drop
~
rolls the dance
sweet romance
chilly air
windblown hair
-)
moon appears
showers clear
lips on lips
my heart flips
kisses wet
love’s roulette
tunes are played
serenade
~
his breaths pound
round and round
words in threes
he says..'please'
starry-eyed
'be my bride'
~*~
skies beguile
all’s worthwhile
hands a-swing
next...my ring!
each other
twogether
Threes, Please Contest, for Beth Evans
9/17/2020
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