A Riddle in the Rain

I stroked her eyebrow,
traced how it tapered.

I followed the curve of her cheek,
then of her chin.

For a moment,
I linger on her collar bones.

Eventually I find my way,
to the hollow between them.

Down soft skin,
and then out of sight.

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.

.

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I am a raindrop.


 

Note: Inspired by my love for rain.

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