The drizzle shaped you
Till I could take you home
You were warm, ‘twas damp outside
You asked why I shivered.
“This, and this—”
My flirty fingers pointed,
And your low laugh
Made your chest heave,
Audible with heartbeat,
More as I touch it.
Down south
Where hidden beauty flourished,
My lips mapped the contours
Where drizzles of desire
Cascaded.
Even today,
When you are several kisses away,
The drizzle returns to shape you
Till your beauty soothes
The savage beast.
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