I miss moments like this. A gentle kiss fading the sounds of thunder outside our bedroom window. Such wet, tender, moisture evading parts of our body as if taste excelled expectations of imagery. Warmth fully deserved yet eagerly expressed in every embrace we turn, passionately in every corner of this occupied bed we share. Touching your soul with every focus I endure, as the rain pours down so are you all over me.
– C.A. Thomas