A rain drop on my skin,
or darkening clouds o'er my head,
the wet n damp grassy inn,
reminds me of the day we met.
That queer sweetness of monsoon wind,
was what I could smell in you,
The chill, The thrill, The frill u bring,
like a crystal drop of dew.
sliding down the lips of mine,
the taste so wet so pristine,
An angle of my dreaming mind,
I wont ever wake up from this dream.
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