UnBored Walk

Monday, June 01, 2009

So it starts with two big scopes on a cold slab. Mixing in the coco and the berries you requested. I stand there looking over the glass you look through. My fingers interlocked with yours while I make my choice. The tender of the cold bar piles in the flavors into a waffle cone and hands it over. I draw the bills from my fold and make a pass of my own. To the doorway we walk tongues lap at the hand held deserts. Letting you go to hold the door my foots takes over. Back hand in hand we walk back down the strand. Full moon shone and stars dot and dart in the sky. Clouds wispy move quick as the big ones come in. Faster we walk and faster we lick as droplets chase our backsides. My tongues working the inside out as we get pelted. Maybe the frozen brains made us stop but we did. The clouds gave to grow the grass and grew lust too. A toss from both into the bin and now our hands are free. We work them for a time across one another. My lips to yours as the water makes its way down cheeks. Sopping and wet we go at it standing there alone. The roar of the rain and you give chills. A hand down the front of my britches and it is not mine. Another pulls at my tie to bring my lips down to your neck. Your moans and the puddles catching the rain fills my head. Our bodies work against our bodies to show how our insides feel. No lighting strikes but faster does our passion break out. Open and hidden by the fall of water around us we close the distance.