- Erotic Poetry
- Rain Mistress
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Click hereI walk through rain as warm as the ages of love;
beginning soft and playful, kissing my cheek
hesitant and uncertain,
before heating up to the coming romance.
With passion now.
Scalding in intensity, if not temperature
The rain embraces me through my clothing;
staking claim to that which is hers.
The darkness of midnight plays with the mood.
I walk from one streetlight to another
as my lover picks up the pace,
with one hand reaching inside my shirt
and another creeping up my thigh.
I open my arms to the sky
allowing myself to be taken.
Moisture runs freely down my face,
indistinguishable from sweat,
as I surrender completely.
She laughs faintly;
Thunder in the distance, low and chuckling;
so much a pleased Mistress.
She cups me lovingly,
letting me know she isn't finished.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 11 years agoRain is wet. Here you make rain get wet.
Sometimes its nice to just open up and let the falling water embrace you. :)
twelveooneabout 13 years agokind of cliched to the point of 75, I think I scanned your others, they weren't (I think)
