You taste like apple ginger
Especially in the rain
The smell of wet around us
A memory like a stain.

You smell like earth and spices
I breathe you into my soul
Your scent enticing
Like a magnet pull.

Your hair in my hands
Your lips on mine
I want to be in collision
With your hips in due time.

But for now the rain
Pouring down like a shower
Washing away filth
And all the painful power.

Refreshing and delicious
Of cold and drippy wet
Later in the moonlight from the window
A hotter mess, I bet.

Daydreaming of a collision
But for now a car ride
A hopefully fulfilled prediction
Only now just your hand on my thigh.

In due time, in due time
You will be mine
Sweaty but gingerly
Between my thighs.