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December 3, 2012 / edwardonbebop

Summer Rain

You are standing right there, your hair is soaked now looking even darker than it used to be. Locks are partly hiding your face. Water is flowing from them to your cheeks and shoulders.

I run my hand across your face and I bring the locks to the rear of your head, my thumb strokes your cheekbone and then your lips. Maintaining a firm grip on your hair I slowly and gently raise your head.

The veins of your revealed neck are throbbing. So lively, so lovely. I can feel your heat as my mouth comes closer to your skin.

I can hear you sigh when I run my tongue on your neck, licking the small streaks of water still dripping from your head and face.

I love you hot Summer Rain.



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  1. leeniedevinity / Feb 19 2017 10:32 pm

    Essence de poetry.

    • edwardonbebop / Feb 20 2017 8:59 am

      I am not sure about “poetry”. 🙂
      It was something I wrote a long time ago, I forgot all about it.
      What I remember though is that I wrote these words while the image and the feeling were still lively.
      It is something I wrote without much thinking (this is what I am trying to say here actually).

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