as hard as i try, i cant explain the relationship i share with the rain.
Like a long lost lover it comes yet again, year after year, drop after drop.
Teasing from behind the glass wall that seperates us. Smashing into the glass drop by drop. Causing my flesh to long the thrill of the fall. Sending shivers of longing and passion for touch itself. Introducing me to my own thirst for my own beauty that only is for me to live. To blush at my own thoughts.
To tease my own senses. And toss in abandon of my own being. To swim in my silence.
To once again, celebrate the ritual of worship, of the mystery, that is me .
Like a long lost lover it comes yet again, year after year, drop after drop.
Teasing from behind the glass wall that seperates us. Smashing into the glass drop by drop. Causing my flesh to long the thrill of the fall. Sending shivers of longing and passion for touch itself. Introducing me to my own thirst for my own beauty that only is for me to live. To blush at my own thoughts.
To tease my own senses. And toss in abandon of my own being. To swim in my silence.
To once again, celebrate the ritual of worship, of the mystery, that is me .
