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Rain in the woods
As we make our way through
The winding trees
Like little kids at play
As it starts to rain
We reach a space of open land
Your mane dripping of the rains water
So I grab your hand
Bringing you close
taking off your shirt
The rain beads up on your beautiful skin
Making me wet in my garden place
There is no lie in my eyes
what I want you to do
Leaning in
Kissing my lips
A gentle breast caress
I’ll let you imagine the rest
The winding trees
Like little kids at play
As it starts to rain
We reach a space of open land
Your mane dripping of the rains water
So I grab your hand
Bringing you close
taking off your shirt
The rain beads up on your beautiful skin
Making me wet in my garden place
There is no lie in my eyes
what I want you to do
Leaning in
Kissing my lips
A gentle breast caress
I’ll let you imagine the rest
Published 18th Mar 2016
| Edited 28th Nov 2020
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18th Mar 2016 11:15pm
19th Mar 2016 4:40am
Oh, my imagination can imagine awful lot... as birds fly by and bees buzz around and around...
JJ
JJ
