I hear the sweet sound of rain beating on our open flesh. Exposed to the world of our love. As it caresses me in it’s arms we stand there in a shower of tears, washing off all cares and worries deep within our soul’s bending through out life. Our body’s meet forming a cocoon of passion and protection. Our hearts mend, merge and make a perfect song of harmony.
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