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The rain
teased my skin,
like little gathered
kisses of fantasy.
And I wanted
to be left alone;
cocooned
in thoughts of you.
To drift
in monsoon madness,
to bathe
in the inundation
of desire.

The wind fanned
my inner fire,
while my hands
desperately
tried to recapture
your sinewy form.
And the howling storm
blushed
at the raging typhoon
created
by my release
in the tempest
of your memories.

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