Rain Curtain

The downpour forms a shimmering veil, and beneath its depths, the figure of a man lingers in my thoughts.

“Embrace yourself without hesitation—joy knows no bounds,” he whispers.

His words uncover my hidden cravings, the parts of me that crave the shadows.

The rain drums softly, a rhythm that echoes my concealed longings.

Each drop is a reminder of the secrets I keep, the desires I bury.

He speaks again, his voice blending with the storm, urging me to shed my shame.

The water blurs the world outside, leaving only his presence clear.

I feel the weight of his gaze, knowing he sees what I try to hide.

The downpour intensifies, as if washing away my reluctance.

In this moment, beneath the rain’s relentless embrace, I am laid bare.