WHEN THE RAIN STARTS

I have been back an hour

or less from the last evening swim

of the summer, 

                          writing poems

captivated by her bare beauty

that make wonders

for my mind and flesh,

when the rain starts,

strong autumnal rain in the dark,

hammering the land,

and I couldn't care less

that summer is passing

in a torrent of rain,

                                 when I gaze

at her image, bring forth a vision

of myself before her beautiful

thighs, her fair pussy

inviting me to enter

and dream myself

slipping into her wet pussy.

15.08.2025

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