As the rain trickles as it falls... Mixed with her scent gettin involved... The mood sets the comfort with the shadows on the hearts walls... Dancin slowly to the drips that splash runnin down the small of her back easin into a pause... Mounted to the feel of nature touchin the way we taste... Comin from the inner toughness to soften to the perfect mate... Windin up feelin the wind excitin the emotion exitin out into the middle of the down pour lost in each other's face... Unable to resist moment to roll in puddles n play with the madness the flava of names... Eyes moisture hidden within the slide of a single pellet... Rollin with the curvature of the cheeks sweet spot as if all prior pain melted... Bouncin to the sound of the storm calmin the wait that sizzles jus before the pound of thunder as we simultaneously felt it... Sendin ripples through nerves as if stitchin us together at last... Watchin the lightning reflect through the design in the iris's claim to the movement of birth in a flash... Neva again to ever look back into the reverse mode of the forgotten past...
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