by God,
I don't know what 're so nice to have have a way of playing withthe ballsand looking at the cock veryseriouslyturning ittweaking itexamining each partas their long hair falls onyour 's not the fucking and suckingalone that reaches into a manand softens him, it's the extras,it's all the it's raining tonightand there's nobodythey are elsewhereexamining thingsin new bedroomsin new moodsor maybe in oldbedrooms.anyhow, it's raining tonight,on hell of a dashing, pouringrain….very little to do.
I've read the newspaperpaid the gas billthe electric phone keeps soften a manand then let him swimin his own juice.
I need an old-fashioned whoreat the door tonightclosing her green umbrella,drops her green umbrella,drops of moonlit rain on herpurse, saying "shit, man,can't you get better music than that on your radio?and turn up the heat…"it's always when a man's swollenwith love and everythingelsethat keeps rainingsplatteringfloodingraingood for the trees and thegrass and the air…good for things thatlive alone.
I would give anythingfor a female's hand on soften a man andthen leave himlistening to the rain.
