Warm Rain

I strolled one sweltering day;
clothes soaked in heat and sweat.
In thought, I drift away
on these hills, like a silhouette.
Reminded of that night we were together,
between the yellow lamps.

I remember stepping from the shower;
I pondered and looked for a towel,
and dripping all over;
I looked and prowled
in her candle lit dwelling;
none was to be found.

I turned a corner,
as this moisture went down;
pleasantly startled, like a foreigner.
She was lying there naked, was I to drown;
while my eyes swam in her beauty.
My hands moved like they were subdued
by the smooth outline of her inner thigh.

Still dripping from the shower,

as I hovered over her;
the drops of desire rolled on her breasts.
I felt a tingle that only she could evoke;
my mouth opens to caress the softness.
Quickly, I became stiff and entered her
and we both moaned together.

Suddenly I heard, I felt a thunder clap,
or so I thought, no,

no thought from her or me.
Lost...in her...lost in these hills and her eyes.
The warm rain gently cools the sweat,
and the soft chills of her body in ecstasy
rippled right through us;
as we lay there deep in the forest.
 

poem by Gary Hodges

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"Warm Rain On The Nest"

by Gary Hodges