Tamikio L. Dooley

It was the coming of a sultry July night. Sunlight from the sun had warmed my skin all day. Because of the heat from the sunlight, I felt dense, agitated, and weak, weak to have a kiss I longed for you, all day. “When is he coming?” I breathed. I could hear your sweet-romantic words from distance away. It’s the distance that doesn’t hurt. But it’s the absence of your silent kiss, which jolted me awake to think of you, you only. I never thought to miss you before- before you ever told me you loved me. With all the false pretense coming from your heart, at first, I thought was just a lustful infatuation, but then, I begun to feel the heat. The dense of the sultry July sunlight. And baby, it started to rain. 

Thunder and Teardrops…

Thunder of the vibration knocking against my heart.

Teardrops slipped down the skin between my legs.

For I am tired of crying, I am tired of feeling the dense of you absence.

Then when it started to rain, I sat, in my bedroom, and watched the raindrops slip down my window. The raindrops looked like tears. I could see through the pain and agony of losing you already. I felt cold, like the raindrops and thunder resounded in my ears, making my heart bleed for you, longing. My face started to match the window. The window in my room. Carrying the raindrops. When I shut my eyes… I opened them. And when I opened my eyes, I saw you. Standing outside my window looking at me. The passion in your dark eyes told me the true story. That you meant years earlier was still real. It took me some time to clear the raindrops and look through them. I finally stopped being the thunder of my insanity. 

I looked out the window again.

And you were gone.

But the raindrops, like tears, had disappeared.

I could feel your presence in the room then. The room we built together through our love, passion, lust, and romantic encounters to relive our bitter hearts. You were once bitter because you couldn’t taste the sweetness of my skin. And I was once bitter too, because you wanted to, even though you were und-deserving. 

But that night…

 We created our own sultry, dense July heat. And you finally came to me. To dry my tears. And I to you to dry yours. Then, I felt the longing in your heart, baby. I wanted to share every drop of my life with you. I wanted to come home to you after a long day. Eat at the table where you eat. Sleep in the bed where you rest. Step in the shower where you bathed, along with the raindrops falling over your chest, and my fingers penetrate lust of your thoughts. 

I turned toward the door of the room we created together.

That was when it started to rain again.

Thunder and Teardrops…

I stepped away from the window. You came next to my bed. All the while our eyes locked. Our lips watered. Passion and longing swelled inside of us as our bodies melted into each. And thunder pounded at the window. The walls became wet, like the sweet hair between my legs. I felt the rise of your pain, coming down with me and you thrust inside of me. Inside of me you poured all of your pain, your soul, your love, and your hate, our heartbeats entwined, as the thunder continued pounding, and pounding, pounding, ah…outside our window. The raindrops became thicker and fast spilling down the window. A window we created with so much love and thoughtfulness. I closed my eyes. My body tensed with the pounding of thunder. I could feel you inside of me. I could feel me inside of you, too. I wrapped my legs around your torso pulling you deeper inside me what you’ve been yearning for.

Pound… pound… pound…

The thunder is in our hearts. We became one heartbeat.

As you continued to spill your desires inside of me, my body becomes tense. All the passion melted inside of me and, making me moaning and groaning, in pleasure. The thunder inside of me spilled my teardrops. I finally felt you. Finally touched you. Finally held you. Finally kissed you. And I wanted more, just to rest my head on your chest, and to listen to your heartbeat where you kept me. You trail your fingers through my hair. I spilled the chocolate of my breath from my tongue on your chest. Running my fingers across your chest, tracing the sound of the thunder pounding at the window we created. The raindrops never stopped for it rained all night as long we allowed it. Nothing else mattered in the world to us but our longing love from a distance. And the rain outside the window we created.

Listen to thunder and teardrops with me, baby.

Listen to the sound of the rain dripping and the thunder pounding at the window.

That night, the rain washed all of our pain and longing and sins away. Our lips touched. Our tongues traced the contours our romantic lust, our love, our passion, one heartbeat.

And the rain never stopped.