Making love on a rainy day

Making love on a rainy day,

Comes as a fiesta...

Drenched bodies, 

Unearthing themselves

To reconcile together. 

Feels like a momentum, 

Where bodies rub each other. 

There's a bond beyond bodies

That we have cherished together. 

You are the erotic scene,

I watch everyday and see myself 

Heal from blemishes 

That are culminating out of no errors. 

I have made a choice

To keep you in my poetry

To hear myself sighing off 

After a long session. 

Drops after drops, 

Dripping down 

When we shower together. 

What a wild desire!

I did not complete the lines

As my experience is complete with you. 

You are the poetry

Whom I often choose 

As we rhyme together. 

I am celebrating my desires with you,

Resurrecting you in my memories.

Finding you still sexually compatible,

I must say, What a great catch? 

Swiftly, I curl my toes to sit on your lap

While hugging you tight

To listen to your heartbeats right. 

We sync often,

We sync in all our bareness

To become one among other parts. 

I dwindle and sway in rhythm 

To feel the touch that I desire. 

More than the flesh, 

I uncover to feel your touch,

Which marks your presence in your absence 

When I cherish my history of memory,

Where we lie together,

cuddling each other.