Danse de la Pluie............

     
"Danser sous la pluie..........."    
     
That fresh, thick, wet aroma      
of a impending shower.    
She filled my nostrils with fragrance      
My olfactory, deeply incensed.      
     
     
And, like a dark, sable cloud    
I did descend down from the sky    
eclipsing her deeply alluring reflection.    
We are earth and water      
condensing, creating......    
.......warm tears from the heavens    
they fall upon our naked bodies    
in the moment.      
     
I did dance with Rain    
     
Our purely erotic essence      
danced upon pavements    
and hot summer rooftops.........    
…......steam and sweet summer sweat rising    
     
we danced, slowly, sensually......deliberatly.    
     
Mmmmmm...........it was a deliciously mental affair    
She “mind-fucked" me so damned deeply......    
….....a fantasy left to ponder    
all the “why's”    
of wanting............    
….........her incessant desires of me    
the reasons for the irridescent burning lust      
that she feels inside for thee.    
     
A curious flirtation    
A burning deep temptation      
to dance with this dark angel    
"con impassionata"    
     
Oh how we danced............    
     
A wet, wild tempest    
stirred from a blood red "passion.    
My lips hungrily taste her lips.......    
…......a pleasure I've only experienced in dreams.    
     
Her heart, it's rhythm matches my own.    
A craving, an insatiable deep arousal.    
The tip of my tongue igniting      
small fires upon her breast    
her torso, between the boldness of her thighs    
     
A deeper stimulation........    
….......an anticipation of my entrance into her most intimate flesh.    
     
     
The waters begin to rage down upon us    
I feel her energy feeding my own    
as the thunder claps and lightning flashes    
and her moans escape from between      
her soft lips everytime we.............    
     
…........ooooooooooooo    
     
Her warm, creamy, white waters  
soothe my hard, throbbing member.    
The "pipes of pan" play    
a melody of exotic, erotique love making as we........    
     
......dance in the rain, oh yes.    
I danced with Rain.    
My ears amplify her impassioned pleas    
as her wanton walls of pleasure ease      
into a sweet, wet release.    
     
“Shower the people you love with love    
Show them the way that you feel”.......    
     
….........and when the showers cease      
and the skies shown bright blue once again    
     
your bodies recollection    
the heavy shadows of my presence      
between your weakened, spent thighs    
then shall you realize that ….......    
     
…...this was no dream beautiful angel.    
So much more than a mere deja vu of the mind    
Last night, I danced with you Rain    
and that you did dance with me........    
     
     
An insatiable craving    
….....absolute and divine    
so much more than      
a mental affair of the mind.