Condensation drips down the window
the aged wooden floors creak
as nimble feet patter down the hallway.
She loved the sound of the rain hitting the rooftop
envisoning his arms wrapped around her
holding her close with the familiar scent of cologne and sweat.
Showing her the love and passion
she had always desired.
She yearns for him, constantly
The more time goes on
minutes,
seconds,
miliseconds.
That longing grows larger
The thunder rolling in the sky
her personal remedy
for the moment she will open her eyes to him
in peaceful slumber.
v.p.
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