Splashing DaydreamsMature

My mind
is a whirlwind
of so many things
thinking of your hands
and your lips
all over me
to things like
running into the rain
dancing in it
swinging
around street poles
not giving a damn
how drenched
we get
Laughing
too loud
and feeling
so free
chasing each other
through the rain
and then
we’re inside
fingers colliding
with rain-ridden skin
to bodies
dripping
and shaking
skimming and exploring
to a heat
rivaling
our chills
trading control
back and forth
slamming into walls
the couch
can’t keep still
but you’ve tossed my shirt
and I’ve tossed yours
and I can’t get you
close enough
you make me feel alive
you are rare
and addictive
and I don’t think
that I want to stop
being addicted

The End

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