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The Rain
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Posted February 28, 2007 Completed Poem
Rating R for sexual innuendos
Disclaimer Buffy and Angel belong to Joss and company, not me.
Distribution If you already archive my stories then feel free, otherwise please ask
Timeline BTVS This is pretty general and could take place anytime after S2 and Surprise. Personally I tend to think of it happening more between S5 –S7. But it’s open to the reader’s own interpretation.
Pairing Buffy POV
Summary Buffy thinks of Angel
Author’s Note This is the first poem I’ve written in years. So please be kind and feed the whore
DEDICATED To Bre, for being such a wonderful friend and inspiration for me and for creating Nostalgia, which inspired me to write poetry again, thanks sweets I luv ya!
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It’s raining outside, but I don’t care I love the rain. I stand outside face to the sky, eyes closed, my mind thinks of you. Tiny wet droplets fall on my face it’s like kisses of your love raining on me. The resonance of raindrops falling to the ground, reminds me of our night together, of sweet words of love, and hot screams of passion. The way it trickles down my neck is sensual and slick, the way your tongue caressed my skin.
It’s raining outside, I love the rain. If I close my eyes, I see you, draped over my body, your dark eyes seeking mine, your hands caressing my skin, your featherlike kisses cascading over my aching core. I feel you, covering me, filling me with everything you have to give, love, devotion, passion and lust… your trust fills my soul, your love fills my heart, your body fills my needs…completes me.
It’s raining outside but I don’t notice, as I lay on the damp grass and my thoughts are on you. I wish with all the breath in my body to be one with you again, to know your love to feel your passion…my body screams for you…no one else will do. I feel empty when I’m not near you, I feel you but you’re not here. I cry at night for a love that once was. I cry at night for a lover who knows my soul.
It’s raining outside and my heartbreaks. It’s a reminder of a time when I had it all. It’s a reminder of a time when you loved me as I loved you. It’s a reminder of a time when I knew where we stood.
It’s raining outside and I lie awake in my bed alone, thinking of you, always thinking of you. I miss you so much…do you miss me? Does the rain kiss your skin as it kisses mine? Does the rain make you shiver and tremble with memories of us?
It’s raining outside, but I don’t care, its memories soak my body with drops of yearning. Its memories of a sweeter time, its memories of our love, our joining, our passion… I wish it would always rain, then you would always be near, for I crave you my love…I crave your touch, I crave to feel you inside of me. It’s raining outside, I love the rain…it reminds me of us, it reminds me of a fulfillment I’d never known and never had again.
It’s raining outside, I love the rain…do you feel the raindrops sweet lover? Do you hear my call? Do you feel my deep desire for you? Do you hear my love that screams through the clouds that cover the sky, that cover the miles in between us?
I’ll stand out here, drenching wet by the tiny raindrops that kiss my skin, drenching wet with memories of you. Until you return to me, until it is our time, until we can be one once more, and the rain will shelter us from the storm that is our love.
The End
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