Parisian... Rain

Here on a hot sticky summer night our newly naked bodies tanned and glistening sweating with the all-out effort of a no-holds-barred pillow fight. You are particularly vicious (fight dirty) grab me by the balls (is such an underhand action allowed in the International Rules of Pillow Fighting) You pummel me into submission. Our pillows splitting covering us gloriously in white downy feathers as if we were in a snowstorm inside the magic of an upside-down glass ball feathers sticking to our sweat-soaked skin as if we were angels newly hatched or just plucked we laugh listening to the crescendo of Parisian rain.