Feelings

March 25, 2010 at 9:34am

Its raining.

My louvers are opened and the cold wind keeps gnashing and gashing through my wind-ow.

The cold wind brings memories of you.
As I draw on the moments we’ve had together- Had?-shared makes more sense - As it was all taking and giving - The feelings of ecstasy - pure free emotions filled with long-lust that flows from down-up emanates from my “in” and fills the pores of my skin.

The rain is coming down now, and memories of you keep rushing down through my head - rushing?- pouring will do ‘cos like the rain these memories are beginning to form a rhythm that keeps exposing melodies: emotions - emotions I will love to experience again and again.

I wonder now, why you are not here, ‘cos I feel deep inside to get you closer… Closer-here…here by my side…
Here in my bed….
So we can do this all over again - and again- and again….
Till this rain carries us….
Till the rhythm of our bodies resonates to that of the rain….
Till it fills our hearts and cause us to bring alive….
Alive ecstasies that our bodies cant possibly keep up with…..
Till we long no more after the lustful bliss of our love making…
But the secret in our hearts…
But the truth in our eyes…
The rain stops..
I rest my pour.