Rain
by Kamara Forte'
Pure pleasure when I feel the fickle trickle of rain tapping the back of my neck.
It's warm and cool all at the same time. Kind of like sex when it hurts and feels tantalizing all at the same time.
When it rains I like to walk in it, letting my soul feel its connection to God.
Sometimes the smell of the coming rain and the calmness before a storm seems similar to the issues of life.
At times my heart and spirit dance to the same rhythm of the raindrops falling in a constant hypnotyzing almost erotic beat.
I love making love when it's raining; the lightning and thunder keeping time with the ebb and flow of my orgasms.
Who would know the thoughts I keep? Who would think rain could contain such a multitude of mental, spiritual, and physical enjoyment? Imagine that....
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
