Send me drops from clouds.

From rumbling skies,
on which life relies.
Let them fall from high.

As I hold out my hand,
and feel where they land.
Touch me where I stand.

The feel of such,
a gentle touch.
One that I love much.

The sweet caress,
of tenderness.
Hands that come to bless.

A soul within,
so feminine.
Flesh of life blows in.

Continuous,
and sensuous.
Mutual for us.

She holds me tight,
kisses alight.
Joined into the night.

Sent to be,
at one with me.