The Walk

The rain greets us
as we parade down the street;
barefoot,
and intoxicated,
we roam.
The puddles explode
under the pressure of our feet;
as we slip,
and slither
through it all.
His black shirt
is soaked and heavy;
cold,
and shaking
we continue on.
The lightning flashes amongst us
and the thunder roars;
vibrating,
and intoxicating
like the kiss.
And oh yes,
there is that sweet taste;
salty,
and wet
and passion filled!
Hunger grows inside,
and we continue to move;
happy,
intoxicated
and drenched.
I want the rain to last forever,
and to never end at all;
steady,
and hard
but blissful.
barefoot,
and intoxicated,
we roam.
The puddles explode
under the pressure of our feet;
as we slip,
and slither
through it all.
His black shirt
is soaked and heavy;
cold,
and shaking
we continue on.
The lightning flashes amongst us
and the thunder roars;
vibrating,
and intoxicating
like the kiss.
And oh yes,
there is that sweet taste;
salty,
and wet
and passion filled!
Hunger grows inside,
and we continue to move;
happy,
intoxicated
and drenched.
I want the rain to last forever,
and to never end at all;
steady,
and hard
but blissful.