The rain pouring outside is knocking on my window.
The sky all grey and its fleeting clouds
make me want to cuddle up into your warm arms,
while you’re letting me take a deep breath of your sweet fragrance.
Candles, the only lights we now know,
are drawing our disproportionated dancing shadows against the wall.
Your wet hair is gently tickling my naked shoulder.
The drops of rain are falling on me like ice but still, I feel warm.
I shiver, I swallow, I stare watching your precious eyes
I sweat and once again I tremble, all around, in the room
just the deafening sound of the rain.
A kiss…