Small droplets of rain land on our forehead as we sit silently watching the trees wave in the distance. We knew we should move, the thunder coming over the hills was fast and furious.
Grabbing my hands, you pull me to my feet and we run into the storm. The rain coming down harder, soaking our clothes and feeding our desires.
The giant willow tree beckons us, promising a reprieve from the storm if only for a few moments. Breathlessly we duck under the branches. Pressing my back against the tree, your lips crash down on mine. My hands wrap around your neck, pulling you closer to me. Your thighs pressing on both side of my legs, holding me in place. And the storm fades into the background.
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That is definitely what I call evocative! I could picture every moment!!
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ReplyDeleteWhere I live you can see storms coming from many miles away. Many a time h and I have sat watched one rolling in waiting until the last moment and the first drops to run for cover.
ReplyDeleteYour story reminded me of many happy moments. Thank you
You have managed to combine two of my favorite things. :)
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Very nice visual here.
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I truly love the way you write.. such imagery! You always inspire me and this post is no exception..
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