Thunder claps in the desert,
and I smell your perfume.
Tip-taps on my shoulder
the rain carries me through
a maze of parched memories,
once more, now, in bloom.
Brings you back to my life,
as our laughs fill the room.
These walls echo a time
when love was still new,
rainy days spent in pj's
watching movies with you.
A gift from the heavens
we lay there all day.
Wouldn't move from that bed
'till the skies turned to blue.
Eyes spent more time closed
than glued to the screen.
Your lips pressed tight to mine
our feet tangled in sheets.
Rain poured down like magic
brought a chill to the air
in need of relief by
blankets warmed up by two.
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