Friday, August 10, 2012

her lips

Her lips parted and the sky grew still

She wet them with her tongue as the first drop fell

her eyes clear and radiant. A piercing grey that matched the clouds.

It's cold up there, she thought

and another drop penetrated her skin,

seeping, seemlessly into her shoulder

And sliding down her bra strap.

She leant, long legged, against the tree, which stood looming, it's body built to protect.

She ran her fingers gently down the rigid trunk, scarred with fragments of lost love

and lovers who couldnt erase

The hearts they drew long ago.

She heard it quicken, and shower, then pour

clean, clear, streams of crisp water.

She stepped out into the rain, from beneath the tree

so the rain could take her.

Her skin tightened, arroused by the cold.

Alive with sensation.

it prickled tight as she shivered and smiled.

her clothing, just an extra layer of soft, wet, skin.

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