"If I was drizzle, then she was a hurricane."
A hurricane that swept you off your feet and pumbled you to the ground,
knocked your knees in and lost the little game we used to play.
We used to play.
Play rhyming games with our tongues tied in alliteration and metaphors.
Back and forth and tossing and turning
Touching and biting and hitting and yelling
Kissing and healing and wishing.
I don't remember that game