The Rain

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You sit alone one day enjoying the rain, as you do so your skin feels the rough ragged touch of your man's skin. It raises goosebumps on every part that's touched. You feel a wave of excitement initially and then a deeper wave of love. You look at them and with the meeting between eyes arranged....a meeting of hearts is just to be pursued. You look in their eyes. You see the love they have for you in them. That spark raises your heartbeat, deepens your breathing.... and you whisper....that soft whisper...that they like hearing. You wrap your arms around them...coveting them in your embrace....that warm embrace... that melts their core.
They take you by the hand outside... in the rain. You get wet from it and so do they. You dance in the rain late night with the only sound being of the rain itself and the wind whispering in the tree branches. You feel the whole world aligned for a moment..... For a moment.... everything is clear, devoid of  confusion. Your lips are sealed by a kiss that electrifies you the same way lightning does and your heart roars so loudly the same way thuder does.
You dance in the rain with them singing your favourite song.
You are then taken back to your room... because the rain has stopped. What seemed like a few minutes was actually hours. Your inability to perceive time at the moment and your hampered judgement keeps you ecstatic and you feel the same way a person does after sipping a whole bottle of red wine.... you feel drunk...drunk because of the rain....drunk because of love.

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