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Susan K. Rowse

What Would you do on a Rainy Afternoon

Hey Sweetheart, she said from another room.

He sensed her, knew she was there....somewhere.

He thought, at least, that he heard her. She hummed in a whisper...Hey Sugar,... there it is again.

Up until now she was a thought. An inquisitive moment now and then that passed his mind.

Its rained for the better part of 100% today. Its taken a day to make metal cold ... through and through... and even the bones of those working out in the elements.

He calls this change in weather a contrast and she sees it as a womans perogative for change.

Afterall, Mother Nature is a woman and she also has the right to allow us the opportunity to notice her new outfits in the Fall.

A man would whine at so many changes and so many mouths to feed.

A woman would always find a way to feed her babies.

A man would make a comfortable haven for his loved ones while a woman would see that all is fed and put down for the night.

A man would grin for his mate afterwards and the woman would smile from inside comfortably.

Its our world and its nature and passion and rain with a soothing and mellow suggestion for the evening.

What would I do?...he asked this before of her...What would you do indoors with me? he asked of her again.

Hey Honey...she smiled and he felt it....her eyes spoke silently.

It is the way of he and she. The tease and the underlying tenderness of two good spirits trying to tingle the other while neither knows the others real spiritual depth.

Its waiting for time.

What pleasures you on a rainy cold day? the words flew around corners and exercised the empty spaces with warm currents.

Its more than the thrill of a soft pillow or the warm moistness of the flesh...its anticapation of an ease that is charmed with silence and the air that comes alive in a single charge of passion. He heard her words...

She always tastes them before she spits them out.