When it Rains

Tossing and turning
in my sleep
i picture you beneath me
heart pounding
limbs shaking
tounges stroking
inch after inch
of each new undressed layer
of skin
i laugh at the color that now
fills your cheeks
displaying
innocence in the cutest manner
we dare not speak
in fear of losing
even a second of this
forbidden pleasure
dancing my tounge
against the curves  of your
body
i watch your eyes close
and your mouth open
only in hope
that my name may
cross past those quivering
lips
so that i may catch it
before the rain outside
my window wakes me
reminding me im alone
under these sheets