Those Weeks of Rain by Ivan Guerrero Najera

Those Weeks of Rain

You burn my lips
Then cool them down
And when you’re not around
They just tend to complain

They take the pleasures that you bring
Without a moment spent in vain
Because it’s true that being with you
Takes so little to lose and much to gain

Is it you with that passion driven kiss
That fuels my train?
Or is my heart beating away
Into a state of bliss?

You may already know
Your absence hurts but without pain
Defining what it really means
To miss your lips
During those weeks of rain

by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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