Making love on a rainy day
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. <
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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.