burn

even hotter than usual...
A storm that would
Gently lull us to sleep
In each others' arms
Afterwards...
Afterwards when our bodies
Lie limp from the intensity

Of loving,

Our perspiration mingled
With the fragrances
Of sex and perfume,
The usual furrow of our brow
Relaxed from the release
Of pouring love's energy
Into each other...
Then the sound of a gentle spring rain
Would delicately touch us...
The sound caressing our souls
Within...
The rumble of thunder
Echoing the beat of our hearts,
Lying together, hands entertwined.

In your absence...

I sit and think of these things
Wishing and waiting
For that special storm
To come
To cum...

I hear the wind outside my window
Whispering my name
It sounds strangely like your voice
Calling me...
I rise to open the window,
The smell of fresh electric-charged air

Intoxifies me...

Like your perfume does.
A gentle rain begins to fall,
I hear a rumble in the distance,
But you are miles away now.

I lie down alone

And breathe in the memory
Of your skin,
Your smell...
Soft, sweet like the rain.
I lie here...
Wishing...
Waiting...

Soon, lover, soon.

ŠL. A. Hutcherson 1999