Thunder knocking, here's to juvenile bonking...
Soaked in the moment
Submerged by the muse
and a rose for prose would be abused
as it melts into dust and disappears
leaving thorns forming sharp elements of chemistry
and awake us into a garden of ethereal flowers
flowers that sing
a beautiful place in the rain
dissecting bits to reason this mammoth construct of rains
the rain is falling and so are we
My heart thick as honey, your pride flying away as tired leaves
opening a new world, passing through wobbles
the fairies are our guide
there are waters magnetic being poured by our friends in the sky
this marvel, waves of bliss, a frivolous ride
Scintilating touches...
A thousand kisses in a second
What was withheld is surrendered
at the precipice of precipitation
at the brink of love sink
do we write with chance ink? or listen to hesitation think
how about we listen to the old-man "Desire Wink"
and we'll blink and see a world beyond our auspicious kinks
kinky will not describe the vibration of this cosmic sensation
Joined as one, let us make love in the rain
the rain the rain, the waters, the drips, the drops, pins and pops of the rains and hope the rain does not stop.