Don't
you know I love you, he said
As
she soaked in the rain.
Taking
him inside her,
Her
heels in the small of his back.
Tell
me you love me, he begged
And
she moaned and slapped him.
Her
hips not yet satisfied.
He
cried on her breasts and
She
thought it rain.
He
died in her arms
And
she thought him plain.
Copyright 2008 Salvador Cordova
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