Rainstorm

From TB'S Poetry Book "Disturbances"

T.B. Taylor

The sweat of your body

glistens on mine

As we seem to meet

in immeasurable time.

Your back so strong

with muscles strained.

With words on your lips

that must be restrained.

Our bodies joined

in the heat of passion

Coming together

in the usual fashion.

Until one last time

into me you thrust

As you fill me

with your heated lust.

And I hear our screams

rip through the air

As I feel the rain

on your sweat soaked hair.

Published by T.B. Taylor

Born Venus Marie Eddy into the common circumstances of parents too young to parent alone, she was presented with great love to the the North Pole, where she was kept from most of the natural experiences of H...  View profile

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  • Michele Starkey1/1/2011

    Passionate, cheers :)

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