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Rain patters against
My window (dreams);
I drink a cool wind
(luscious screams).
I watch her enter
A phone booth;
To escape the rain.
With a ring,
My flesh is hers to claim.
Lightning cracks
The whip
Of desire;
Down on the rain-soaked street;
I'm naked with my fire.
She stands before
Me;
In control and free.
I beg:
Grant me ecstasy.
Breaking the barrier,
Between lover and stranger;
She surrounds me with
Wisps of thunder and
Danger.
Shivering, I slip
Between her lips; she pinches
My nipples;
Pleasure comes in endless
Ripples.
So intense, I can't stand
Her embrace.
But she holds me tight,
In lustful grace.
She rips off her
Raincoat;
Naked, she glistens in the
Rain.
On my back, she
Owns my name.
She takes me in,
So deep…
I close my eyes,
Awash in an orgasmic
Sweep…
I give myself to her
Roar,
In her rain, she lets
Me soar…
Eyes open.
Rain patters against the window.
In the phone booth across the
Street, there's a woman in a hat.
I look at the time.
To feed my cat.
Rain patters against
My window (dreams);
I drink a cool wind
(luscious screams).
I watch her enter
A phone booth;
To escape the rain.
With a ring,
My flesh is hers to claim.
Lightning cracks
The whip
Of desire;
Down on the rain-soaked street;
I'm naked with my fire.
She stands before
Me;
In control and free.
I beg:
Grant me ecstasy.
Breaking the barrier,
Between lover and stranger;
She surrounds me with
Wisps of thunder and
Danger.
Shivering, I slip
Between her lips; she pinches
My nipples;
Pleasure comes in endless
Ripples.
So intense, I can't stand
Her embrace.
But she holds me tight,
In lustful grace.
She rips off her
Raincoat;
Naked, she glistens in the
Rain.
On my back, she
Owns my name.
She takes me in,
So deep…
I close my eyes,
Awash in an orgasmic
Sweep…
I give myself to her
Roar,
In her rain, she lets
Me soar…
Eyes open.
Rain patters against the window.
In the phone booth across the
Street, there's a woman in a hat.
I look at the time.
To feed my cat.
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LeBrozover 17 years ago~~
Lines of fantasy and reality become blurred in this, another one of Lit's earliest pieces of poetry.
