My Rain

With the rain

comes my submission

Each languid drop

softens my will.

Trails of liquid fire fall,

blazing paths down heated skin

Trace them with your hands

your lips

your deepest, darkest thoughts.

Linger

on soaking, lonely, heavy lashes

wet hair tucked behind my ear

bare neck pulsing to the beat of the storm

Lose the trail beneath the buttons 

of my soaked sundress.

As my body softens with each drop

Mold hips to hips,

skin to skin...

Alone here in this moment

I am yours.

Become my rain.