OSCULATION

It has been a while
Since I thought of rain
As drops of water from above
To me
They feel more like
Stolen kisses of love!
Sometimes butterfly flutters
Barely there
At others insistent,
Fast and hard
But my favourites are
The gentle ones
Soft and moist and lingering
Bewitching flicks
Across moistened lips 

They drown me in an abyss

Of bliss!

Do you feel the clouds quivering?

MS