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I've never had a lover as gentle as the water,
Fondling my skin with its every movement. It folds around me, and holds me. Its waves lap at every line, every fold, every dip of my body like soft flicks of your tongue. Raindrops roll down each curve, drip from my hair, Streak down my cheek in a loving caress. I ache for you. I imagine you to be as soft and gentle as the rain Your fingers running down my body like the raindrops etching a map to my soul. Your lips and your tongue tasting every inch. Your eyes meet mine, and you lift a hand Not to hurt me, but to stroke my cheek Just like the rain. My heart soars, and in that instant I know... I am yours.
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