#3

I've always found rain sexy. Maybe it's the sound. The urgency of the falling drops beating against the window and cavernous clapping of thunder. It arouses me. It reminds me of lovemaking. The power of emotion and then, the calm after the storm. My thoughts turn to you and the times we've spent together. Two souls joining; two bodies wanting each other. Two people needing one another and patiently awaiting our next reunion whist life's moments attempt to occupy every crevice of the hourglass. I think about the nights I've lied awake thinking about your strength, your power, your entirety. I have taken off my mask for you; I have put my gauntlet aside and allowed myself to lie vulnerable before you. I have allowed myself to be taken in by this maddening, fiery tempestuous passion. My mind returns to your visage; smooth, warm mahogany skin, rising and falling like breathing silk. Wrapping me in kisses and making me feel so desired, so wanted, so special. Beloved.