summer rain

Like a needle to a thread,
you speak, and I listen,
you summon, and I follow.
You lay me down and I was

helpless, as you scald me
with your tongue, brimming
with lust and passion. I steel
myself as you frolic with my

entirety and suck the air
out of my lungs, and almost,
not quite, I felt alien to my
own body, now empty as I

borrow a piece of heaven
with you. We are but one
in perspiration, drenched
and slippery now, as we

listen to the last few drops
of rainwater. The scent
of the earth soaked up
after a dry summer day

wafted through the cold
air, and we savor it like
our shivering sweats, until
you finally whispered,

“How do you like to make
love in the summer rain?”

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