First

Warm raindrops skid along my face
Whispering sweet thoughts through my skin
The rain beats in rhythm to me
The sound, the touch, the smell, the taste
I like rain
But it's not the current thought spacing my mind
It's him
The one making me smile
We dance under weeping clouds and laugh
"How could anything be more perfect?"
My new thought
Replaced by yet another
The thought of his gentle grasp
The thought of his smooth lips
The thought of his sweet scent
The thought of him, him, him
My hands pulling him into me more, begging for more of his taste
"I love you" , I almost say
But I was interrupted by his copycat words