No Bad Days by Xia Devore
Inclement Weather
But he's not complaining
He says..."the wetter, the better"
Foreplaying in my rain
With his mouth ajar
Tongue tickling my labia
Seasonal patterns shifts
Setting off a monsoon
His lightning bolt strikes
Electrifying my abyss
My crevice drips a mist
An overcast mask his stick
Feedback.
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