Whisper in the Rain

Two shadows scurried to the shelter of the large abandoned building.
Their feet splashed against wet stone.
Down four steps into the alcove; the door was locked.

Tears from dark clouds hammered against brick, weathered and stained from the decades.
Determined, small streams of rainwater cascaded down concrete waterfalls, into the alcove.

Chilly air nipped at warm skin.
Lips tasted lips.
Fingers traveled.
Excited, a thumb and index finger teased a hard button.
Two sharp breaths, crisp air invaded lungs and escaped as hot fog.

A zipper unlocked; jeans unfolded.
Hands were invited to share the warmth that overflowed.
Heat and arousal flavored a tongue with temptation and desire.
With a sudden gasp; bodies glowed; then a whisper of a name into the wind.