I love rainy Saturdays
Laying in bed all wet

Thunder booms
Lightning strikes

Little Droplets fall
Between my thighs

So sweet is your name
Gently crossing my tongue
With visions of love

So beautiful are your eyes
The stories they tell
With visions of love

So perfect is your voice
Tempting my heart to fall
With visions of love

So gentle is your touch
Sending tingles down my spine
With visions of love

So amazing are the thoughts
Of you and I dancing alone
With visions of love

Oh but the sweetest of moments
Looking deep onto your eyes
With visions of love

And love and love
And love

Your touch still lingers
On my skin
Longing for the next time
Our bodies will meet again

Artists minds
Have fragile souls
The delicate way
We pen our words
Shows our vulnerability

We bare our scars
Triumphs
Hopes and dreams
To heal the pain
Of our wounded hearts

We must create
For our own understanding
Self-discovery
To process the turmoil
And calm our fears and anxiety

Tattooing our thoughts
On our readers minds
Letting each person who reads
Carry a piece of the pain with them
Until there is none left

I consider reaching out to you
Wondering if I should
I must step back and remind myself
If you wanted to speak you would

I’m no longer a priority
The realization is painful
With my heart
I should have been more careful

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