I stand beneath the umbrella, remembering the way he tasted. His lips massaging mine and his tongue plunging into the heat of my soul. The softness of his voice whispering his love for me is too much. My knees trembled for his voice is enough to make me weak with need. I look up to the skies and see the brown of his eyes watching over me. I drop the umbrella to feel the raindrops turn to his kisses over my face.
I need him.
I miss him.
I love him....
Still.
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