This poem is in ITALICS

2 after midnight, the sky sounds excited to meet the moonFlashes of lightning flicker through my curtainsMy lover, he likes to put me bedWith scented candles illuminating the room, sweet dreams they say And soon the sky is pouring, mercilessly drenching the groundNothing like sex in the rain, nothing like an itchy with a cureAnd […]

This poem is in ITALICS

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