I think of you dancing nude in the summertime rain!
I am jealous of the rainwater, moving in brazen, sensual, rivulets over every sweep, every line, every gorgeous inch of your delicate skin!
I am envious of how it clings to you, touches you, makes you shimmer like a goddess!
And yet I am also so impossibly thirsty for it. I am a dry man in a hot desert of despairing passion!
I need to drink it, to lick it, to absorb it, to swallow it down, to imbibe it, to devour it, to drink it!
And to sense you in every single sweet drop!
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