In The Rain… Insipid raindrops fall unceasingly on my skin Washing away beads of perspiration Freshwater mingles with saltwater I run my tongue along my arm; feel the skin burn beneath it Lie back on the cold wet rock Close my eyes. Feel the wind loosen the knot of guilt The rainwater sizzling on my hot skin Let the rain burn out the fire within Let it wash away the guilt Cool the relentless desire A desire that has over-whelmed me; consumed me entirely A tangled wet mass of dark hair flows down the side of the rock My skin glistens with yellow fire as a flash of lightening reflects briefly onto its moist surface It sparks and fades, and sparks again As though the flames from within trying to tear through me My own private Hell Attempting to escape. Sin has its price; it has its pleasure too The pleasure is past The price yet to be paid. Saleha Looking For: Intellect and a good education are my top priorities, but I would be lying if I said that I do not care (a little) about looks. However, looks are not the be-all-end-all of any relationship.