Two bodies covering each other, competing to be the others blanket against the cool rainy evening
All that seperates their intimate world from worlds beyond is one screen door shut loosely against the evening
And beyond that, the silky sound of rain upon rain upon grass and ground
Their song of bodies uniting but one more song upon the summer's evening
Quietly, these bodies and worlds go on competing
Heaving and seeking as only lovers may, a fire all their own to build with not so much as flesh and friction and moaning sighs
Their bodies heaving, heaving, in this the intimate competition
But one more song upon this rainy evening
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