September 22, 2015
5:48 pm
The Rain
You make me
Wet
With a drop
Of love
That has fallen
From your heart
Moisturizing
My dry existence
One drip of your passion
Washes my aching
Thirst
I'm drowning
With pleasure
At your touch
My body
Ignites with
Misty dew sprinkles
Exploding in the air
I bathe
In the river
Of your love
And if by chance
The sun
Ceases to shine again
I shall take comfort
In the cloud of your thunder
As I drip
With wetness
From your
Rain
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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