New love calls
telephone rings
outside it pours
love like poetry
rains on my soul...

She is the storm
I move towards her
to feel the essence..

Warm and protected
come my love
kiss me with rain
on my eyelashes...

Do you feel my love
pouring down on you
falling like rain?

It may be moist at first
caressing your cheeks
suspending in your black hair...

Then it begins to pour
starting to dampen
your hair and shoulders...

Your face and neck
becomes so wet
storm clouds gathering...

Streams are trickling
slowly down your chest
forming pools between your breasts...

Thunder then lightning
making you
truly wet...

Kissing the wetness
I ask you
will you be my lover?