He only loves me when it rains . .
when thunder bullies calm and
the sky turns its back on sun.
Only then will he pause . .
admit a need to connect and
stream sensual imagery my way.
He keys out steamy recall . .
of we two at carnal best and
dares me back there with him.
I rushed back that first time . .
navigated a ruined history in
sail for greener ground.
But he only loves me when it rains . .
for steamy couplings that burst
casual when nature waves fair.
Rainbows don’t live in shallow . .
in lures that sensuously shine.
storms don't have to be drama
if resolve buoys bottom line.
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