as the clouds whisper about me, and leak their secrets in the crisp night air.
i can't help but remember your warmth of being there.
during a previous drizzle of romance and emotion.
i would use the same kind of cool moisture to carry my love notions.
it was a time when they would soak in deeply and refresh your anticipation.
where your reach for me was rewarding for you and without hesitation.
the only thing that would make you quiver were my promises that caressed your face. taking our imaginations and lifting our dreams to a far off place.
warm days for your taste and cool nights for mine.
given me no particular reason to enjoy your embrace.
while we would kindly unwind.
funny thing i can't ever recall any music playing in the backround,
your voice and laughter were the only enjoyable memories of sound.
next to that soft water splatter on the window pain,
all on a similar,
late night in the rain.
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