The only problem is that it's just my skin
Jun. 6th, 2003 02:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blustockingThis 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.
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.
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shanka yooou
Date: 2003-06-06 04:30 pm (UTC)That's how I write when it's not flowing, struggling, not quite right. :]