you’re my rain
that rained in so many places before
until reach me
you soaked, sowed and reaped
but now you’re my rain
that will watering me every night
and mix your waters in my
a little pain, a little love
balanced during the day
but when the night comes
and you guess ~your hands between my legs~
water’s hands soft and warm
what storms that we may be
below and above
A lovely, yummy little write! Rain on me day or night! Great stuff! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Incredible -I love it in all respect