Sweet rain
Sweet rain in the middle of the night southing the soul like the genital touch of fingertips southing every inch of my body so delicate and pleasuring my inter being. I surrender to you sweet rain as do the frost awaits the beauty of your arrival. The smell of your scent on a dry summer’s night
The music of nature playing in my ear as I slip into a peaceful slumber
The abyss of dreams sprinkles of moon dust weighs heavy on my eye lids
the twinkles of stars controlled by your rain drops tapping on my window pane the welcoming romance of your magical percent’s mesmerizing and relaxing . Lover of dreams I’ll wait for your return
Sweet rain
| 
Email this Poetry
| 
Add to reading list
