The night was
Our curtain
As I moved for
The kiss
With the rain as
Our walls
And the thunder
Our passion
The instant then passed by
Like the lightning so
Mute
And the storm must carry on
But for now it bears
fruit
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
The night was
Our curtain
As I moved for
The kiss
With the rain as
Our walls
And the thunder
Our passion
The instant then passed by
Like the lightning so
Mute
And the storm must carry on
But for now it bears
fruit
I wrote this over two years after the event occurred. I picture a much different girl and different setting now.
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