Goddess Of Rain's Embrace
The mystic embrace of misty drops
just touches my Grecian face
turned upward to catch the pure well
of raindrops within my welcoming lips.
The Goddess of Rain I become
whirling and twirling
to the pulse of its moist dew.
My head thrown back, arms extended,
hair cascading down my back.
My black and gold gown soaked through
as I call out your name
wishing to be in your embrace,
to saturate through to your heart.
It is as though the rain
has bestowed its finest adornment
upon this Goddess form.
The rain and the wind penetrate,
infiltrate my awaiting soul,
possess and marry yours.
A lavender haze of Hyacinth
sends its perfume
through the columns of my temple.
You and I are swept up
in the storm of pulsating passion
and overwhelming desire.
We are caught between two worlds.
Misty drops caressing and embracing
this Goddess of Rain and her Rain God.
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