Music of thunder filled our ears that night,
Drenched by the torrent were we.
Droplets like dew,
Rolling down your beautiful face,
Passing the knife sharp nose,
Down to those luscious lips,
Fading in sacred of places.
Shivering with cold and heated by love,
Hoaxed by water,
Visible was your gorgeous curves.
Inhaling your freshness,
Disappearing were those soaked clothes with my,
Act of larcenous.
Downpour was orchestrating the act of love making.
Gone are those days, with a heavy heart,
That still misses you my sweetheart.
Still I like sound of thunder,
That reminds you,
In my heart deep under.
No one will notice my pain,
Because thinking of you, I cried in rain.
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