Sunday Rain

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    • Robyn
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    Sunday Rain

    Thunder wakes me up
    And I roll around in bed
    Raindrops hit the roof
    Wish you were hitting the spot instead
    I look at my phone, no missed calls
    Don’t know why I am surprised
    We spent hours the night before talking
    You must be getting some shut-eye

    I get up and put my shorts on
    And hit the gym to sweat
    At this time, I need some distraction
    Too much pounding between my legs
    All this rain falling in vain
    All this time on my hands
    This is what I call pain
    Again I curse distance!

    And I won’t call anyone else
    That’s not how I am
    If I want you, it’s you I want
    Only you can give me satisfaction
    When I see you, the rain better pour
    I have so much planned for you
    So much love I have in store
    Just want to shower it on you

    I don’t turn on any music
    I let the rainfall make the sounds
    They say this is the time for lovemaking
    I wonder what you’re doing now
    In this Sunday Rain

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    sxygrneyes874 commented on Sunday Rain

    04-30-2009

    Only if all women felt that way. ;) nice poem.

    Robyn

    07/02/2009

    Yeah, only if... Thank u

    kdarcy commented on Sunday Rain

    04-11-2009

    Like the rain on Sunday, nice piece. Try your pen, write of midnight shadows. Check mine out if you find a moment, thanks for sharing

    Robyn

    07/02/2009

    Thank you...I'll check urs out now.

    clips401 commented on Sunday Rain

    12-01-2008

    Hi

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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