Making love in the rain,
Soft the drops fall on our bodies.
Mingling with passions sweat.
Washing the heat from our skin.
A storm brewing in the distance,
Mingles with our moans,
That transpire from with in us,
As thunder echoes with our cries.
Lightning flashing behind Closed eye lids,
teeth biting down On swollen lips of red.
Nails dragging on flushed skin,
Welts Cooled by the deluge from above...
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