Passions & Rain

Rain keeps coming from volumes of clouds
It trickles and cools down my passions that pound
Then just when I think I'm all calm and collected
The thunder resounds and I'm feeling neglected
I need the rain and the touch of my man
I crave the chill that warms with his hands
My tingles go up and then all back down
Then passions are wakened that push and then pound
Heavier the cadense merges with thunder
Then body's take refuge within one another
The fired up reality that comes and then grows
Keeps budding the nipples and curling my toes
The fever of flesh and the rosier tones
They prick each nerve with a sigh and a moan
The whispers that breath upon moistened skin
When floodgates are opened and love rushes in
Its the passion of storms that call upon lovers
Who roll with the thunder and move under covers
Its needing the pleasures that cadence with rain
It kisses our sorrow and loosens our pains
Its flirting with these provocative powers
The hot love of you and me and the showers
Its rhythms much faster then kisses all over
Its wet things that lick in places that hover
Its hugging and bonding in lightning's rebound
Its loving hot passions that don't touch the ground
When nature performs and passions do too
Its me needing this love from no one but you.

© Susan Kathryn de Vegter