After The Rain

The air is fresh now, and clean,
gone is the sultry, moody sky
that carried a veil of humidity

Stroking  our skin with wetness,
leaving a languid erotic sense
aware of our bodies, but lazy

Touch was work, the air heavy
love was easier to speak than do
but now we make love easily

Languid, we lay on our bed, sweat
glossing our skin, tracing salt on tongue
but after the rain, love is energised

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