The only problem is that it's just my skin

[blustocking]

This is what I missed.
Nothing can do justice to the air, the scent, the color. The lucid lullaby of a summer rain. The dense trees releasing a hypotic rhythm of drop after drop, splashing slick leaves, sliding down to the next green chord. A rain like this, a thunderstorm not. Quiet, constant. Nothing as lovely as burrowing naked in a warm bed and listening, savoring each breath heavenly on inhale, bittersweet on exhale, bouncing off skin. This rain begs for quiet, steady and intense copulation. Connected to my favorite part, the hips. Serpentine. Pavlovian.

But I've done all I can, alone. And, eventually, settled for tank top and underwear.
It's like a mellow drug. I can't...don't want, to sleep.

Comments

[motherevol.livejournal.com]

I liked this entry, J.

:)

shanka yooou

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

*grins*

That's how I write when it's not flowing, struggling, not quite right. :]