it was raining cats and dogs
as we lie in bed at night
wrapping your arms around me
as we stare deeply in the darkwhispers of the rain
falling deeply onto the ground
we kissed slowly
feeling the not-so cold nightjust thunder and lightning
when you asked the same thing
when we were together
on the 15th"𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛?"
𝑖 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑
"𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙?"
𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 "𝑦𝑒𝑠"
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Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.