Like Rain, It Pours

Like rain, it pours…

To my body, it soaked…

Of fragrant soap… lather…

Foamy white… it cleanse me of you…

You…

I don’t know you…

You don’t know me…

We were but shadows…

A form in the dark…

My skin glistening with sweat…

In a dark room, we locked the door…

My mouth on you…

I taste you sweetness…

Masking the bitterness never ending…

Of thirsty loneliness…

Our hands entwined…

You push me down…

Urging me to drink your juice

Of futile bliss…

Least I gag…

Your hand on me…

You have me leaned at your strong body…

Poking me from behind…

Our eyes blind…

Of darkness…

Of sheer pleasure…

Pure carnal pleasure…

Neither would posses each other…

A few more held breaths…

The shallowness of you not knowing…

And I wanting…

Justified…

We walked out of the room…

You…

Me…

Like rain, it pours…

To our bodies, it soaked…

Of fragrant soap… lather…

Foamy white… it cleanse us with each other…