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Peter P Oct 2013
I like how it distorts perception.
Every drop melts away a second,
As I melt with you.

On a quiet night,
Rain has a monopoly on silence.
An endless rhythm
That masks our whispers.

You ask me what I dream of?
I dream of restless nights with you.
Where I'm alive, too tired to hide.
I dream of laying at your side
Content behind a sheet of rain.

And when I wake...
You're right there.
Your soft breaths in time
With the downpour outside.
Peter P Oct 2013
I hear your ragged breath.
Thick, nasal gulps in between kisses.
I’ve always loved your make out hisses.
The way you tilt your head.
The way you hair falls in auburn lengths,
Cascading from your autumn crown.
Gold, red, hazel-brown.
I find you ravishing.
(Behind closed doors) Let’s do rude things.
Peter P Oct 2013
When I told you to leave I only saw your eyes.
Big, moist orbs pleading with disbelief.
Months later I still see those eyes
when, like a child who knows better,
I pick at the scabs.
Pulling back the sinews,
I stare emphatically at the crimson pain
Watch it
as it runs along my silver chains,
Thin, brightly banded metal links,
Still clasped around my neck and wrists.
Where you sealed them with your kiss.

— The End —