Pouring Rain

Exquisitely beautiful lady, bleeding sensual verse  
Lyrically spiraling, encircling the words that come to mind  
Pulsing ink flowing in rivers of well-aged red wine  
Pouring Rain flooding my heart with waves of crimson tide  
How I thirst for the taste of your deepest poetic flow  
To inhale the scent spilling from the muses womb  
Who gives birth to my most primitive inspirations  
Life is breathed into the vocabulary of my soul  
In the rhythmic meter throbbing with silent syllables  
That sing the song crying inside my beating heart  
Wanting to share the lyrics animated by your scintillating breath  
To be in the grasp of artistic hands that weave your tapestry  
Stroking my ardent mind to the height of mental climax  
I crave the rain to pour on my creative soil for new seeds to grow