Sigh... my great romantic fantasy is to make love in the rain. This is a repost from 2000. The fantasy goes back a lot longer. (smile)
Dampened lips are lovely. Ours are wet.
The shape of you still hides beneath your clothes.
For sending us this rain Im in God's debt.
I offer only me and this red rose.
Unbuttoning is slow, but feet are bare.
How sweet that we can smile, while mouths are swelling.
We undress each other, you untie my hair
And as it falls we hear a steeple bell ring.
You lay upon the grass, I lay beside you.
Clothes have been discarded, we don't need them;
Our hungers grow, our passions, natures, collide too.
We are most indulgent of our needs and we will feed them.
As water hits your face I come upon you
All at once. My eyes grow large, then close in wonder
As I bring you in and nestle.. we have gone to
Making cries of joy.. our sounds compete with cracks of thunder.
Am I you or are you me.. it hardly matters.
There's a blushing color all around your skin.
We come. And as all inhibition scatters
I release you so that you can once again come in.
We rest, and then your face I see above me,
Your hips are slippery, but I pull you close.
You startle me! You whisper that you love me
And secretly I thank that gentle rose.