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Jul 2013
So many people hate the rain,
but as for me I like several things.
Ever danced, kissed, or made love under a crying sky?
If your answer is no, then may I suggest you try.

Feeling those drops, in the heat of a moment,
bodies pressed together in a kind of atonement.
Passion intense,
***** on fire,
anticipation grows,
unrelenting desire.

Stare in her eyes and see her lust,
under a wet sky; now you must.
feel her body, use all your senses
See her beauty, feel how she wences.
hear her moaning
as your desire is growing..

Take a breath,
and spin around,
dance with your love,
before you pin her to the ground.

Take control as the rain becomes a storm
so wet we are, yet strangely warm.
her hair so moist as I rub her down,
the passion growing, Oh my; I'm moaning now.

Dancing, kissing, and making love,
A kind of passion that goes beyond and above.
If you haven't tried the passion in the rain,
grab her, dance with her, and love her all in vain.

To feel that rain in the heat of passion,
It's beyond your expectations; it's everything you can imagine.
Jesse Belcher
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Jesse Belcher
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