This daffodil wants to play
She wants to feel the sun on her skin
The rain on her hair, she wants to laugh with glee
Sugar, spice and honeybee. She wants the joy, the pain
and laughing in the rain.
She enjoys being spanked, or slapped or liking it rough.
She wants you and she wants you a lot. Think about that buster!!
Rain hasn’t come along in quite sometime
making the secret garden bare and barren
quite thirsty for moisture that will somehow
lead to a sweet rupture of velvety petals
waiting for raindrops and dewdrops.
Every glide and stroke of his tongue sends shivers down her spine summoning the lake to swell, little buds of roses to blossom in sweet harmony with every sound from her lips. Finally the clouds parted and the heavy crescendo of rain came down greeting his warm presence.
I feel the pain
just like everyone else.
Do not think
just because I smile I don’t feel the sting.
I feel every tear, every rip
in our relationship…
I feel the pain.
As you kiss me under the pouring rain
I feel every drip of raindrops
sliding down my legs
slick, wet and warm
just the way I like it.
Gently, I parted my lips
to savor your kisses a little longer.
The rain poured heavier as we
drifted to another level.
Over a cup of coffee 