Come With Me
Come with me said she to he
let’s shed our clothes, get wild, dance free
I want to feel warm rain upon my bare skin
no one will ever know, it’s between you and me.
She pleaded until with a sigh he gave in
wearing nothing but his wry crooked grin
he pulls her close as hot lust fills his eyes
when the rain comes down, concealing sin.
The thunderstorm muffles their passionate cries
she, howling to the moon as he kisses smooth thighs
riding turbulent waves in an amorous thrashing sea
at last, two savage souls relinquish love’s prize.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Yee haw!!! This is certainly Wild!
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Thank you Jilly- who doesn’t like getting naked and dancing in the rain? LOL
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Hmm… (checking the forecast)
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There you go! Get WILD!
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Whew! 🙂
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Haha! Thanks Penny. 😊
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Thinking of all the rain songs I’ve listened to on the radio…. Nicely done!
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Thanks Charley!
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You are welcome!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™ and commented:
I better dry off before “I come with you.”
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LOL. Thanks for the reblogs. 😊
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Anytime Ms. Linda.
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☺️
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you put an x in wild with these lines – phew!
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Haha! Thank you!
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Sooooo Wild!
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Haha! Thank you!
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Nice description. I like the part about only wearing a crooked grin.
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Wild and naked in the rain… and you live in the desert 🙂
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Which makes it all the more special when it happens. Thanks Bjorn.
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Very steamy write. As you can see by the response, well done.
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Haha! Yes, Thank you so much. I agonized over every word to try to get it perfect.
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Wildly fun!
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Thank you! I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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