Have you ever been hypnotized by the rain drops running down the window? It starts with watching all of them at once, running this race. They seem similar, all the same, all deserving your attention and seeking it. And then your sight is captured by one. You don't know, why. You don't understand what is different about it. You just start to follow it. Sometimes you even get to see the moment it touches the glass. Sometimes you catch it already on its way. Watching it going down, running, pausing, making turns to avoid some drops, merging with others, down and down. You wonder how it chooses the ones to avoid and the ones to embrace... One of the things you'll never understand.
And at some point, the magic steps in, and it's not the window you are looking at anymore. It's her body. And the raindrops are running along her soft skin. You see the traces they leave on her, and your fingertips can feel how wet that silk gets. It runs down her neck, her collarbone, down the soft full curves of her breast, pauses on the tip of her nipple before falling to her belly. You can't take your eyes from this route, wondering if it will get caught by the naval... It does not. Instead, it makes its way on the edge of it and follows even lower, eager to get lost in her hot and already wet lowland. Your fingers ache with the craving to touch it, to be that drop and follow its trace, to get all wet exploring that lowland...
