It is that first drop
Of rain
That kisses my skin
Making me steam…
Hear me scream
Thy name from within.
Boasting wind
That blows from sea,
Setting me free…
Your deep, eager fingers
I fervently dream.
Showers of fire
From thy ardent lips
Run me over…
Shivers down my hips.
Kisses wild I give
Upon thy tips
Crystalline…
And what famished,
Fervid licks.
And thoughts of you begin
To precipitate
Ever so slowly,
Unabashedly flowing…
Conjuring the mad
Blue moons of the restless,
Roused in the secret litany.
YVA
1:29AM
07 Aug 2008
Mt. Makiling
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