the yard is dark

and streets blurry with rain.

whispers sing softly

as my clothing slips

to wet grass.

raindrops fall like little kisses 

on bare skin

and an aroused heart.

rivulets of warmth

lick my skin.

your voice speaks hot sex

and 

i 

am 

on 

fire.

fingers slide across wetness

that has nothing to do with weather.

my core spasms 

with expectation 

as I tease lips 

and sensitive bud.

moaning joins distant thunder 

filling the air with need.

breasts laved by the rain god

are held tightly 

in my hand

and my imagining.

two fingers slide inside

and fuck me deep

my grasping body begging for more.

your voice 

encourages,

reassures,

fuels my heaving need.

two hands now 

one the erect pleasure

the other a tongue,

licking.

flicking.

pulling.

sucking.

I call your name

and give my fecund offering.

knees meet turf 

in ecstasy and adoration.

my heart beats my whole body.

hear me.

love me in this single moment

as the rain cleanses all sins

and the storm continues.

I am prostrate

in this elemental giving.

passion spent.

soul at peace.