A forty-four word poem (plus title) written for dverse prompt of stream.
Let me feel your kiss.
May your wet tongue lick.
Run into my eyes, down my face,
under my clothes,
over my body.
My passion, you pour copious streams
of love upon me.
Touch me where you can.
Where are you, my sweet Rain?
Look both ways for summer showers.
Mind the gaps between the drops.