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Listen to it rain,
Gentle warm rain.
Listen to the wind,
Outside our window.
Listen to our breaths,
Shadowed by the weather.
Listen to the rustle,
Of our sheets, our clothing.
Listen to the joy,
Our gasps and our moans.
Listen to the praise,
Of a welcomed storm.
Comments
Thursday, 25 May 2006 22:27
I liked the two last lines very much, they are a brilliant end to the poem
Friday, 26 May 2006 10:15
Mmmmmmmm storm sex, not much like it, whether you are out in it or inside listening.
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