here comes the pouring rain against my arid flesh,
consuming the warmth mimicking thy kisses.
its seething scent extinguishes my hunger for thy breath, 'tis sweet.
the wind of July whispers thy name;
echoing my heart's desire,
its might makes tides of great heights,
billows of my soul unmasked.
the song of the night fills the darkened sky;
its melody is thy cradle and the glorious moon watches over. never its faith,unwavering.
come,my sweet unto my secret lair,
rest upon my nakedness,
my love is pure.
©jenh2013
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