Romantic Rain

In the rain I stand and wait.

Hoping I'm not being used for bait.

On a desperate search to find you I start running.

Why are you eluding, shunning?

Looking at this massive shadow bulking.

Slowly walking, creeping, stalking.

I stop to think and ponder; what is this image?

It's an exotic figure pointing towards an open field.

I... I see her is it.

I don't believe it. She recognizes my wit.

There's only one person who could do that.

My soul-mate which has been gone forever and lost at.

A dark place where sun never shines.

All alone to sit and wine.

Risen from a deep sleep.

What has awakened me? still I weep.

So much remorse.

She feels nothing but the worst.

It takes a second to regenerate life with love.

Flying high carrying a Mistletoe is a dove.

Filled with aeon's of anguish.

She dreamed & cherished having one wish.

To be with her loved one one more time.

No words spoken quiet as a mime.

I will never be without you.

Words, I can only speak a few.

You mean more to me than love itself.

For rich or for poor your, my wealth.

Love brings them together.

In the field to stay forever.

Caressing each other in the rain.

Drops of water slide down our bodies, no more pain.

It hits them both like lightning bolts.

Nothing held back using every jolt.

Exploding with passion.

Nude at night expressing aggression.

Gazing into each-others eyes.

Lips massaging while one lies.

Showing exerting motions.

No one can take you away not even a love potion.

Rain pouring in the open field.

Our bodies cling together forming a shield

On the grass in the night of the sky.

Worshipped like Gods this love you cannot buy.

To see the key to be with me.

Given a command, okay I'm on my knees.

I want the same in return.

Now being penetrated our bodies burn.

She's never felt this pressure before.

Crying, gasping, asking for air never to stop and go on forevermore.

Full moon telling me yes.

Tonight you will see my best.

Practicing, studying, and positioning your body like geography

With your keen insight I'm caught, you can read me like calligraphy

Screaming like were demon possessed virgins, I'm yours to mold

no more will we have the thirst, of a Virgin Soul...