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i am left here sitting and feeling tormented 
with each drop that falls i swear i hear your name
at times like these you are needed in my arms
i really hate being at home alone in the pouring rain

laying here in bed its crazy because hormones run wild
and its like im on drugs i can feel adrenaline kicking in
thinking about it people are at home making babies now
so me being alone feels like im committing some sort of sin

what is happening to me my body is calling for you now 
its really unbearable with countless images going through my head
our bodies should be bumping and grinding keeping each other warm
but instead im at home alone shaking and freezing in my empty bed 

it all comes together like clock work as the atmosphere changes 
and the breeze gets cold my body starts to cry out for some heat
i then fall deep into thoughts of our bodies rubbing against each other 
when im almost there i wake to me shivering and the chatter of my teeth

i start wondering how im going to get rid of the immense sexual feeling
i quickly dash to the kitchen and i wonder if a cup of warm coffee will do 
i sit and drink it and it soaks in and barely keeps me warm for a minute
the i get a sudden news flash that i dont need coffee i need you 

now im picturing that im inside a freezer because i feel like a block of ice
i start searching the house for the warmest set of clothing that i can find
after searching i find a very thick blanket that kept me kind of warm
but it didnt help one bit with the urges i was still going out of my mind 

now im picking up my cell trying to call you so you could come right over
no answer from you and im so desperate i start crying out to the saviour
and im praying to god that he will help to take this feeling away from me
i hate the rain sometimes because it always triggers my Human Nature  


By: Marlon A Malcolm
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