What is it?
Does it feel good when you blow on me?
Or is it the whisper you carry with you that makes me happy to hear?
Why does life come as you touch my skin.
It feels nice,
Almost making me give in to the temptation..
The temptation to give in,
To your pleasures and let you direct me?
I feel lost..
Direct me..
The rain poured in.. but it did not let me cope that feeling for long.
The feeling of belonging..
Crying when no one can see me and everyone is equally wet.
Being one with each drop..
It is a short belonging feeling..
But I want more.. for I am greedy..
Direct me to it.
