September 11, 2012
When is the last time you kissed me in the rain? The Vegas monsoon hit and flooded the world around us. I could feel my drenched dress cling to me and the warm drops caress the tip of my nose. My hair all wet and tangled. The sound of thunder rolling above us as the bright streaks of lightning illustrated the sky. It is the moment of when our breath becomes one. Wishing you would pull me near. After all these years, I still crave that soft, passionate touch. When is the last time you kissed me in the rain?