Standing, huddled, in the rain. It's three AM. Her body couples to mine and mine to hers, Like tireless magnets, Connected by some infinite, impalpable force. Our sky is a misty, glowing amber streetlight haze, And our lust, Just a metaphor of something better. A steady rain opens and I watch her, Watch, for any sign of abandoning this moment. She tilts her face up, simple, subtle, To
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