The morning is dark yet refreshing.
The clouds thundering above me.
Sitting outside in the open I am thinking of you,
As the rain drops fall upon my skin;
I imagine you in them,
They sear my skin with a burning passion,
As they trickle down my body,
And serenade me.
The afternoon is cold,
There is silence everywhere,
Except for the soft pitter patter of raindrops.
I am on my bed listening to the sounds when,
There is a sudden urge to hold you.
Despite knowing you aren’t here,
I want to touch you.
The bedsheets crumple beneath my hands,
As I claw at them,
Calling out your name;
Disturbing the peace of the scene.
Those hidden desires resurface again,
The delirious moans and the whispers that follow,
With a mere imagination of your presence,
Titillate me to the core,
Driving me insane.
In the evening I feel spent and tired,
I sit outside again,
Staring at the mist settling upon the hills beyond.
They look so beautiful, I want to capture them,
Wishing I could share the landscape with you.
The night arrives bright and ethereal,
The moon shining upon me,
A velvety blanket of stars surrounding it.
It looks crystal clear yet hides the night’s enigma underneath..
I remember your love for the nights and smile,
As I realized I have fallen for you and it has been a while.
Memories come rushing through and I am reminded of the time with you,
The sky still remains the only constant that we share,
As another day of the Monsoons passes,
With me yearning for you.
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