By deevaa (deevaa@paradise.net.nz) Date: 5 November 2000
by deevaa.
Its raining.
An hour ago,
my hair wasn't plastered against my forehead
and my pink dress didn't cling to my curves,
curves I'd been trying to conceal.
An hour ago,
you couldn't make out the faint shadow
of nipples, chilled by the damp.
An hour ago,
I was ready for romance, for dinner and dancing
and gentle persuasive kisses by candlelight,
but that was an hour ago,
and an hour is a long time in the city.
Fifteen minutes ago you'd have been on time.
And dinner, and dancing would still be on my mind
but that was 15 minutes ago.
Before --
my dress became soaked in a down pour,
Before --
tiny rivers of ice-cold water trickled slowly against my skin
Before --
I started thinking about your warmth.
And now?
Well... now the only thing thats on my mind, is your hot mouth
your hands tugging at my damp hair,
your,..... Oh God, you!
Freezing cold brick, hard against my back
and you,
hard,
against me.
Now, all thats on my mind is how fucken sexy it would be,
to be taken.
Here.
Now.
In the rain, in the darkness, in the thunder, in the city.
I heard your footsteps approaching --
And now?
Now I'll show you how long fifteen minutes in the city can be.