The rain
on a Sunday morning
remind me of the times
we spent together
in bed while the rain falls
steadily beating its own music
We were in our own world

We lazed around quietly
laughing
touching
kissing

kisses sweet
nectar of the soul
passionate
learning that oh so right spot
to touch and
caress

As you whisper
Sweet nothings of love
The touch of your fingers
Softly
Writing your name dreamily
across my bare back
branding me yours
entices my captured breath
to escape
I breathe your name

you reach my thighs
then you tenderly
take me to new heights

Oh how I wish it wouldn't rain