The rain grows heavier and I long to touch him. To trace his width shoulders… my fingers remember every inch of his body… I want to hold him… smell him… feel him.
The rain is not letting up and I lay here thinking… of him… of me… what he is doing? Where he is? The rain reminds me of making love to him… of a night like today where we could disappear into our own little world… lingering in bed… making love, falling asleep not letting go of each other till the next morning.
I might be lucky enough for him to fly back to me again.
Good night ... ❤
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