Lasso

The lightning is my strobe light
As I disrobe.
Articles fall.
In cursive lighting
I am found.
Your arms snake
Up my hips and around,
Like a second skin.
Let me wear you out.
The rain unifies
My sixth sense and rationality.
I want you like how
I want that New Year's Resolution
To be my reality.
Let us feel each other
Like how the rain molests
Unsuspecting flowers.
Call me Lotus,
Let me be a Lily,
Give it to me like Roses-
Beautiful,
Dewy,
And thorny.