Sunday, December 17, 2023
POEM: RAIN BEATS RHYTHMS ON YOUR SKIN
The rain beats rhythms on your skin
A symphony of secret sin.
I trace them as they strike and flow
Lips and tongue behind them go.
Breathless, I chase the silver sting,
A thirst for wildness, on the wing.
Your skin, a canvas, etched with rain,
My lips, medicine for your pain.
Breathless, I pursue each drop
Hoping storms will never stop.
Your body only clothed by rain
So tempting to my fevered brain.
You my feast neath weeping sky,
Dance seductively as I
Touch and taste and drink my fill
Fingers drifting where they will.
So let the rain caress your skin,
Awash with past and future sin,
A promise in those beating drops,
Arousing love that never stops.
- Copyright December 17, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: donovan baldwin, poem, poetry, rain, sin, skin
# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 3:44 PM 
