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KISS IN THE RAIN

We step out of the car and into the street
You can hear it hit softly, like the patter of little feet
It’s such a magical time, like sunset on the ocean
We’re caught in its spell, and we move in slow motion
I move in close, with my hands on his waist
I take it slow, no rush, no haste
The rain slowly falls and the full moon shines
He slides his arms around my neck, and says “your mine”
The rain picks up and it soaks our hair
But our eyes are focused, we have no care
I whisper in his ear, “I love you my dear
“You will always be smiling, you have no use for tear”
“I will love you forever, is my vow to you”
“You are my heavenly dove, may it always be true”
He smiles at me, with joy and bliss
My lips meet his, and in the rain we kiss
The rain itself, dances all around
As I kiss my sweetheart, without a sound
The rain glides through the air and I hold him tight
It’s like the angels are crying, such a beautiful sight
His tongue touches mine and its ecstasy
A kiss in the rain sets my emotions free
He pulls my lower lip and it takes its toll
My whole body tingles, like I’ve lost control
As the rain falls down I just can’t believe
That I need him to move, to think, to breathe
I take a step back and I look in his eyes
He tells me he loves me and my heart just flies
If you believe perfection simply isn’t real
Kiss your love in the rain, and I promise you’ll feel
Many things in this world can wash away pain
But none of them compare, to kiss in the rain


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