After a long journey, I am parched. I want to put my lips to yours and drink you greedily like cold spring water overflowing my mouth and running down my chin. I will pour you into my hair and bathe in you. Revived, I will rise naked and glistening from your arms.
Why does the storm Always make me think Of you? Could you Roll through me Like the thunder, Saturate and flood me Like the rain? Maybe You have the power To give me life and Devastate me equally. Wouldn’t I love To have you Pouring down on me, Your hands and your lips Washing over […]