Sensual Rain

The streaming rain has no relevance
As I stand under the halo of the streetlight,
Silently in view of the only window in the building without a light on,
A window I have spent many nights watching and waiting.

I can’t see her, yet I know she is there.
Watching me, wanting ,
waiting with nervous anticipation.

I peer through the corner of my eyes as the glow of my cigarette
Combines with my incoming breath.
I exhale smooth and cool as the smoke
Spreads through the thick wet air, distorting the light as it
Swirls around me.

The streets are uncommonly quiet this night
Rainfall seems lonely without someone to torment.
It is not a problem for me as the I am one with the rain.
The sensual sound of spattering raindrops and the coolness of the air
Combine to excite my very core, this is when I am most alive.


A soft glow appears, highlighting a silhouette in the window
showing distinct womanly curves. The vivacious mannerisms and an aura of sensual energy
are radiated through the rain and into my own body.

I can feel her soul watching me, I can imagine her warm breasts and her sensual essence
completely engulfing every inch of my hard wanting body.
A slight shiver travels through me as I toss my cigarette to the curb and
turn to meet her eyes with mine.

The instant our visions touch an electrifying charge momentarily freezes me
I grin  showing  approval and  desire.
I walk slowly away, knowing she will follow.
She always does as my control over her is strong.

She will do as I ask and perform to my instructions
Not knowing how much her voluptuous body moves me
Not realizing that I can’t survive without her
The essence within her drives my soul to the very edge of  sanity
She is my drug, I need her as badly as she needs me.