Some how my life got better,
When he knocked in.
I forgot the way to the door,
From which I was locked in..
Somehow I started loving the cage
when my soul craved for his love..
And then my pluviophile soul,
Began to scream.
As it heard the sound of raining
It couldn’t resist..
I placed my hands on his hands..
And escaped with him, ran away from the cage..
And then I flew high in the sky,
To meet my pleasure..
Somehow I went in rain,
With my prisoner in my cage….
Fiction, How I fell in love with my lover….
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