it's storming now, and every time it rains I think of you and me.
can't help but dream of the day that I'll be able to lay in bed with you on a lazy Sunday afternoon listening to the storms raging outside while we lie soft and safe and dry, with the only thought on my mind is the taste and touch of you on my skin and on my heart, never to leave your side on that stormy summer night.
YOU ARE READING
poetry.
Poetryjust a place to keep all my poetry together. read if you must, comment if you dare.
