Graveyard Coffeehouse - The Best Of My Worst Undead Poetry Posted:Jul 9, 2015 9:19 am Last Updated:Jul 9, 2015 9:30 am 956 Views
The Morning Summer Rain I spent the morning Summer rain Reminiscing about the bitter Winter snow How we made love that night like fierce animals Holding you in my arms close At daylight Watching freezing rain and snow flakes cover the ground Your body so warm against mine and hungry As the bedroom clock counted down to goodbye Making love furiously in a race against time Kissing you slow, soft and wet After the raging climax of our orgasmic dance Twisting, turning, swaying Within rumpled bed linens  Stained with lipstick, mascara, and cum Not wanting this beautiful dream fraught with lies and betrayal To ever end Not like this in the cold air Looking into your eyes Seeing that majestic face leaking black rivers Droplets drifting into virgin snow Lamenting all the moments we could not have together Spent alone thirsty for passion  Overcome by desire Feeling the pain of forever slipping through your fingers Blown away with the arctic breeze Wondering what could have been Gazing outside the window  Into the morning Summer rain.
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