- Erotic Poetry
- Under a lone oak tree.
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Rain is Intimate. The sound of a countless number of small explosions calms my nerves and closes the distance between us, allowing conversation to be had at a whisper; needless, carefree conversation.
Rain is romantic. Water droplets are rolling down and across every soft hill and valley that is your body; a lovely sight indeed.
Wind is sensational. The swift and subtle movement of my hands from one placement on your body to another; from your neck to your arms, from your
arms to chest, from your chest to your hips; swirling around.
Thunder is passion. Lightning, a climax; one of many we will have when we are together again on a rainy day such as this:
We can all use a little more stormy weather in our lives.
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