I imagine you dancing naked in the summer rain.
I am jealous of the water, running in bold, sensual, certain rivers over every curve, every line, every gorgeous inch of your exquisite skin. I am jealous of how it clings to you, caresses you, makes you shine like a goddess.
And yet I am also so impossibly thirsty for it. I am a parched man in a hot desert of desperate desire. I want to drink it, to lick it, to suck it up, to gulp it down, to imbibe it, to consume it, to swallow it.
And to taste you in every single delicious drop.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote this in July last year. It is raining today.
Art by Steve de la Mare