Savoring The Rivulets

A distant rumble wakes the still evening air
Filling my nose with ozone and the scent
Of worms stirring in their slippery burrows.

Her kiss arrives upon the westerly wind
Peppering my lips, my cheeks with sprinkles
That push against my face in gentle gusts.

I do not notice the heavy clouds that form
Until I am suddenly soaked to the skin.
She has sent more than a kiss.

I moan and furiously tear off my clothes
So her warm and piercing body can touch me
Touch me where she wants,
Everywhere she wants.

As she soaks into my skin I laugh and sway
And drink the taste of her from my lips
Savoring the rivulets that run down my body
Like the wicked tongue that I am aching to suck.

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