I remember, quite clearly,
the feeling of rain drops that were your fingertips,
sliding down my back;
the way the droplets curled around my hips
and soaked into the top of my jeans—
that has been burned into my brain.
And I remember, like it was yesterday,
the feeling of rose petals that were your tongue,
gliding their way across the landscape of my stomach
and floating between my tan skin and the softness of the cotton
hiding me from the rest of the world.
Still, I forget, as if it weren't real,
that you love me.
I can't seem to remember
I don't need drops of rain or the petals of roses.
I need only your fingertips and your mouth.
I need only a simple look; your eyes piercing mine.
I need only you.
Sensual and gorgeous
Oh my goodness.
love this one
Thank you so much. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment
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And once again, I wish to know, is the petrichor purely metaphorical, or is it connected to the moment of your "inspiration"?
Just beautiful ♥♥♥