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the rain at midnight runs warm a starless sky thunders above, showering gently, steadily upon me down the side of my neck, it runs resting for a moment in the shallow pocket, there above my collar bone I absorb the moisture falling from the heavens and rising from the earth I become as fragrant as the night itself, hot and wet, ripe with a scent reserved only for a woman ready to surrender barefoot, I smile and run stumbling across a path uneven and unforgiving so, when I arrive at your door, my dear love, damp and breathless, my strawberry blonde hair, long and tangled with wet strands pressed against my flushed cheek, with your little finger, brush them gently back and kiss me deeply, knowing that every time I am released, I will return to you xoxo, gee