so has my boyfriend.
so that brings around this fantasy.
a slow drizzle over two bodies.
hands slip easily over the bumps, and curves of your body.
water sliding down the slope of my breasts hitting your face.
me on top.
a slow ride.
a quiet moan.
there are no rockots, no fireworks, just rain,
ligthning illuminating our bodies.
the whites of our knuckles as we grip for each other.
an hold for what seems like forever on the edge waiting to be pushed over.