3.14.2016

remain

Thunder rolls across the sky
your fingers across my back.
Rain pounds against the roof
my heart within my chest.
Wind tugs at the curtains
through open window panes.
You and I, here in the dark,
remain. 

2 comments:

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Quietly erotic. Loved. - Mosk

Яков Неугомонный said...

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