galen

What is it about rain that stirs my senses so?

When it rains it's like i can hear everything grow.

A sigh from the trees, an aching in the knees.

Where are the bees?

Woman completely clothed, it's their nakedness i loathe.

When morning finds us beneath the sheets and i lean over to kiss her shoulder, but instead my breath escapes against her skin and it releases something so fucking primal that races up my nose and into my brain, clicking, switching, draining, tingling, solace.

I don't remember when i closed my eyes, yet here i am.

In the dark.