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Letter to my Lesbian Lover
I’m so totally taken by your visions and affection…
I love the sound of rain on a hot tin roof, thunderstorms in the afternoon, and the quaking torrential atmosphere of inclement weather. I love the rolling black clouds and the flashes across the sky. I love being in your arms when the heavens are angry, feeling your protection circling around me, a blanket of bare skin. I love to be naked with you, sweaty and uncovered, open to the melting humidity, a solitary window, a quiet breeze, footsteps on the sidewalk below us.
They, the pedestrians, have no idea we are kissing in the dimly lit room just two stories above. Across the way, there is a couple making love on a mattress, their curtains drawn aside in a brazen exhibition. We wave, the two of us together in unison, then kiss and commence our own demonstration.
They watch as I make you come, burying my face between your soft silky thighs. They can see you arch your back. They can almost hear you moan. When they observe how I rise up to kiss your lips, how you accept my tongue deep in your mouth, they can almost taste what I share with you.
As I get on my knees and plant my sex to the curves of your complexion, I show them the face that you see before I break into storm, before the thunder rocks the bed and the rain comes down in sheets. They see the naked body that clutches and quivers; the electricity of your mouth as you suck on my sensitive pearl. They see the lightening flash across my face when I gush on your cheeks and reach for the headboard to hold myself steady. They see the dark clouds dissipate from my eyes, the beads of wetness dripping down my breasts, your fingers kneading the flesh of my saturated skin.
They see and they know, unlike sidewalk pedestrians, the heat that we bring to summer…
you and me in a room, sweltering in front of a second story window.
I love the sound of rain on a hot tin roof, thunderstorms in the afternoon, and the quaking torrential atmosphere of inclement weather. I love the rolling black clouds and the flashes across the sky. I love being in your arms when the heavens are angry, feeling your protection circling around me, a blanket of bare skin. I love to be naked with you, sweaty and uncovered, open to the melting humidity, a solitary window, a quiet breeze, footsteps on the sidewalk below us.
They, the pedestrians, have no idea we are kissing in the dimly lit room just two stories above. Across the way, there is a couple making love on a mattress, their curtains drawn aside in a brazen exhibition. We wave, the two of us together in unison, then kiss and commence our own demonstration.
They watch as I make you come, burying my face between your soft silky thighs. They can see you arch your back. They can almost hear you moan. When they observe how I rise up to kiss your lips, how you accept my tongue deep in your mouth, they can almost taste what I share with you.
As I get on my knees and plant my sex to the curves of your complexion, I show them the face that you see before I break into storm, before the thunder rocks the bed and the rain comes down in sheets. They see the naked body that clutches and quivers; the electricity of your mouth as you suck on my sensitive pearl. They see the lightening flash across my face when I gush on your cheeks and reach for the headboard to hold myself steady. They see the dark clouds dissipate from my eyes, the beads of wetness dripping down my breasts, your fingers kneading the flesh of my saturated skin.
They see and they know, unlike sidewalk pedestrians, the heat that we bring to summer…
you and me in a room, sweltering in front of a second story window.
Published 17th May 2024
Author's Note
The Storms of Summer
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- Edited 18th May 2024 1:01am
17th May 2024 11:06pm
I can see you've got skills in your writing. The alliteration stands out when you look for it. The story is well written and a bit classy which I like. The ones that can tell a story without getting really graphic are the ones I take notice of.
Well done. DK.
Well done. DK.
19th May 2024 2:09am
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17th May 2024 11:20pm
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19th May 2024 2:10am
I totally agree. It's my most favorite time. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts, Phillis!
18th May 2024 00:04am
This is the first write in a long time that makes me want to indulge again.
These are some gorgeous words you have here, DK.
These are some gorgeous words you have here, DK.
19th May 2024 2:11am
Oh wow, thank you! I'm so glad you came by to read and told me that. Very awesome comment!
19th May 2024 1:21pm
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19th May 2024 2:13am
No kidding? LOL. That's how it got started with me... questioning and questioning. Thanks so much for reading this, Verdonna! Love your comment!
18th May 2024 7:27am
The one criticism of the passage is that there is nothing in the words or description of the bodies that marks it out as lesbian (for example something that points out they have anatomy in common), they could have been written about a straight couple but missing out mention of anatomical differences. However it is still a beautiful piece to read.
19th May 2024 2:19am
Interesting of you to point out, Solomon. I hadn't really considered that. Perhaps the poetic vagueness lends itself to wider interpretation with a less specific title, though the piece was legitimately a personal note before I framed it.
Thanks for reading. I like the observations.
Thanks for reading. I like the observations.
18th May 2024 12:09pm
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18th May 2024 4:55pm
The freedom of being an exhibitionist has its reward in it self…. For both sides
19th May 2024 2:25am
Is that so, Sam? I've never heard you mention it before. Makes me curious about what you do in front of foggy glass with raindrop spray.
14th Jun 2024 12:30pm
An exquisite letter..
Lust, sweat and sexual redemption in each other's arms and thighs...
This is how it should be written and you did.
Love the ending.
Two lovers in room
Creating magic amidst the storm of desire ...
Lust, sweat and sexual redemption in each other's arms and thighs...
This is how it should be written and you did.
Love the ending.
Two lovers in room
Creating magic amidst the storm of desire ...
15th Jun 2024 6:28pm
