We ran and ran until we reached the end.
She headed for the salty lake that lay ahead,
Moreover, as I watched her undressed herself and splashed
Around and come out like a mythological creature, looking
All mystical and celestial, I envisioned her cradled
In my arms as I kissed her temple.
But I did nothing of what I fantasized
Because she wasn’t for me, so, instead
I swam to where she was, drenched in
The holy water from where her goddess-like
Body count drifted. She laughed as the
Clouds collected in the sky and lightning
Collide with the tree closer to us.
She, the nymphet, drew closer to me
Her shoulders brushing against me as
The waves splashed against our motionless
Bodies and lost consciousness.
I told her, “Don’t,” but that did not stop
Her from becoming a 4’9 school girl to
Another name in my list. And I
Taste her mouth - salt and vodka mixed together -
I caressed her soft skin as we rolled around
In the sand.
Everything was lost, it was all just rushed faces,
Lost identities going out of focus, mingling with
Rain, the dusty corners of a strong drink,
And the pungent smell of sex. My heart
Race faster between this backward kisses,
Coming from a girl and not a boy.
Boys: hard and fast and usually
Ending on top of a girl while she
Wonders if she came or not. No -
This is different and as I relinquished
Into the calmness of her heart pace
And everything that tastes , seems
Good for now, everything feels
A L L R I G H T.
For now.
At least.
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Submission Name: when rain strikes
