Summer rain

She is as the summer rain soft as silk.
That falls across the plains like morning dew.
To quench the lovers thirst with gentle milk,
Enchants us with the taste of something new.
For as we take her pleasure to our lips,
And lose ourselves within her fragrant sway,
We find our senses dulled between the sips,
Upon the rapture drunk from loves bouquet.
Yet as she falls the summer sun relents,
But for a while until it burns anew,
And everything that’s dreamt is ever spent,
To vanish in the mist as morning dew.
For summer rains that gently moist the air,
Beguiles the lovers heart then disappears.


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