Softly falling

Softly the rain falls, and harder at times
It drums against the skin of the place
Steady and low, pouring liquid down along
the smooth glass before flowing outward.

The grey, sandy shore obscured by salty sprays
Lies in the distance, unknown to the unknowing.
She smiles from one elbow and traces eights
Upon my stomach. “Looks like you got your wish,

Now what are you going to do with me?” A long
Kiss ensues, my hand lolling along the length
of her slender spine and down the unseen
Valley below, pressing hardness into softness.


About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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