The Wall

The wall (c) 2001 by Mike Kimera

I felt I would melt that night, the heat was so cruel, but I went, by moonlight, to meet you at our wall.

You were there before me, tall and straight, impatience restrained, desire clear.

The rain was sudden and unstoppable, like your kisses.

The wild in you surfaced in that dark, a ripping, biting, penetrating frenzy that drank from my spirit and pinned me to the smooth hardness of the wet stone.

Lightening lit, lust filled, coated in welcome rain, I writhed under you until all storms were passed and only the wall and the moon and I remained.

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