Meet me in the alley. You know the one. You know I will be there waiting when the sky opens. There will be no words. They are not necessary. Not now and they won’t be after either. Just you and me and the passion that there is. My hands in yours. Reaching out to touch to feel just one time. The rain pours down. I feel it burn my skin. Your lips press against mine. They follow the line of my neck. You are behind me now. Your lips behind my ear. I feel your breath. Our hearts pounding to the same melody in our minds. Touch me like you want to be touched. Feel me like I need to be felt. Reach inside and know that this is one time here and now and it has to be enough to remember. Enough to remember forever so that we may come back without each other to this place. This place with the passion that is forbidden never allowed to surface except here in this alley in the rain in the night in my dream. When I wake, I want to remember. Make me remember.
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