Angela M Weber
Rain - Poem by Angela M Weber
I open my door and can smell the rain
drawn by the passion in which it brings
I step outside, naked, fresh from a shower.
closing my eyes, I can sense you watching.
In my mind your right across the way, standing
there watchin and waiting to see what I do
next. Watching me in my yard, wishing you
could come and hold me, caress me, kiss me
Standing outside while the raindrops slowly
splatter one by one upon my skin, I can feel
the cool wetness, the smell of it intoxicating
enough to keep me there standing with you watching
I open my eyes - for just a moment- to see
your passion building, the need in which you
desire to make love to me-your need to be
near me and hear my voice moaning your name.
The Rain now picks up its tempo, droplets
falling in a 1,2 fashion now, plip plop upon
my skin- I draw in a deep breath and close
my eyes once again as I rub the rain into my skin.
Your anticipation grows with the moment
intensity sets you afire, burning needs, your
inner being warming up with the thought of
my hot breath upon your skin. dreaming..ahhh
The rain now comes with a sudden force
my head back, hands kneading the flesh
of my chest, takin in the wrath from the
wind now blowing- sensing you are near.
I open my eyes and there you are, standing
there-reaching out to me-so close yet so far
away. Our bodies, our souls trying to connect...
Now the rain has stopped-your drifting away
-and with it the passion and the desires have
also gone. I can no longer see your face
-or feel your presence when I close my eyes.
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