Caress Me Like The Rain

I stand and watch the clouds roll in, smell the moistness on the breeze
I feel the pressure push and heave, see the wind dance in the leaves.
I hear that far off rumble that manifests like electricity beneath my skin.
As the winds blow my hair across my face, I think of your caress… my sin.

I hug myself as a chill reaches my bones and the rains begin to fall.
I scream your name into the storm and receive no answering call.
Like the first frosty showers of winter sting in pleasurable pain,
I wish you would caress me, love, caress me like the rain…

The gentle soaking heavens permeates through my outer layers.
Come to me my lover and answer my lonely prayers.
Flow through me, set me ablaze, lift me higher to a different plain.
Shake my foundations and caress me dearest, caress me like the rain...

Every fibre of my being misses your tantalising embrace.
The feel of being joined at the hip, together, breathing grace.
Your pressure builds inside me, your touch drives me insane.
Fill me to my quaking brim, and caress me like the rain…

The hurricane inside howls synonym to the storm in which I lay.
Setting fires of our own with these wicked games we play.
In the eye of which a silence reigns, and only us remain.
Seep into me, love me hard while you caress me like the rain…

I breathe you in, you consume my being, like a sweet and salty wine,
I scratch my nails down your back, blood trickles down your spine.
I breathe you in, you’re out on the edge, barely touching, keeping me constrained.
Breathe… Breathe… Breathe… While you caress me like the rain.