Layin still listening to the way the storm has come... with every lil drop making it's presence known reachin for luv... Fall like we have in past relations even we've healed to make it here... As the breeze blows the rain sideways sometimes to land a lil closer then near... Flush n laid up in bed is the most logical way to spend the day... Feeling the body of choice to snuggle up under the downfall of relations fame... Hidden away from this crazy world lookin through the window safe n sound... As the wind whips dragging out the mood somehow found... Hearing whispers hold conversations in between topics jus to talk... Leaning in a lil more tighter in a moment making memories worth the pause... Drips even moistens the eyes that leak... Playing hooky from all the bs as hearts come back around n meet... Beneath the overflow cuttin loose from the sky still intact... Curled up as flush as two can get squeeze chuckles from a sweet spot wanting to interact... Smelling natural scents perform the actions of life doin its part... Feeling the way bodies relax in a set of arms... Pounding with the thunder coming to life... As each ting on the roof relates to feel of claiming mine... In total comfort wrapped up n spread across the bed that's become a mess... Thoughts play out on the hush side of reaching for more within the chest... With every crackle that rumbles the airwaves... Time resides with a friend in which feels the same...
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