The Storm

It rained today.        I thought of you leading me through the park.

                               Blindfolded.  Vulnerable.

             Trusting you. Implicitly, unreservedly.

We stop. You gently lay me down in a wide open field with the grass underneath us.

I relax. I can feel your breath on my neck.

                                          Hot.

Something’s coming. I can smell it; that sweet, clean scent that perfumes the atmosphere before a summer storm.

I imagined you kissing my neck as you run your fingers down my cheek.

 gently biting my lower lip…I suck your tongue.

                        You undress me slowly.              I imagined you licking a circle in the cleft of my breasts as you undo my bra…funny how fast my pants come down when you nibble on my earlobe…

I hear it coming through the trees…the leaves rustle. A breeze blows ever so slightly then it happens…

…that first cold drop splashes on my shoulder. My body heat warms it immediately. The next hits my arm…then the next…and the next…and…

                                I start to smile as I imagine you removing the blindfold just as the heavens open from above.

I imagined you making love to me. Right there. In the grass.

                   The raindrops tickling our naked skin like thousands of kisses.

I imagined us soaking wet.

Kissing each other as the rain came.

I imagined us embraced in a passion that immobilized us.

I imagined the rain running down your strong shoulders as you lay on top of me.

I imagined the droplets trickling down your spine as you arch your back to give me what you know I like.

I imagined

These images are just a fantasy.  A dream.            Images frozen in time.

                   Waiting for the heat of the moment to thaw them into reality.  

©2006 ZaidahNicole