The feel of cool breeze over unwiped
sweat
The first drop of rain that slides down
the temple all the way to the neck
The tongue reaches out to lick the trail
of hot chocolate
that has drooled down the corner of the
lower lip
The leftover drops and mist on the window
annihilates photoshop.
With strands of curls dripping down wet
She moves like the trail of the first
shower
Slithering in and out of the undulating
tar
The setting fire of the senses catching
her glimpse from the door ajar.
The smudge of kohl around her eyes
Rivals those floating masses in the sky
The rumbling thunder is belittled by
the melody of the trinkets on her bare
feet.
As the puddle fills up, so does my heart
Saturated with desire ready to burst
Ah the agony of holding back.
In wait I sit, for her to come and rain
Come and rain upon me
Till eternity.
