Love Rain

Baby can you make my love rain?

These aren’t April showers
or minor sprinkling of my flower;
it is how you show me, in your bower
the extent of your sexual power.

Baby can You make my love rain?

This is not the kiddy hour
it’s where a man’s man exerts his willpower.
He seeks the treasure trove to plunder,
the pearl within the soft wonder.

Can You make my love rain?

A simpleton thinks it’s a game...
But a man knows how to fan the flame,
he kindles a searing fever in the brain
that sends pleasure to the female frame.

Baby, make my love rain...

Akin to pain yet brimming
with lusty sensations
my body trembles, swimming
with the sensual vibrations.

You’ve made my love rain!

Gypsy Red
1/30/14