Sex Scenario: Pouring Rain
The element of water is much needed to survive,
that's 2 parts hydric oxygen for breathing deep inside,
all scents of Mother Nature dwelling in between your
thighs, with you I'm Maya Angelou, a touch and still I
rise.
The shower water's beating like a drummer go
insane, it drizzles as it bangs and brings to mind the
pouring rain,
we ride the ganja leaf as I begin to tour your frame,
the steaming mist envelopes us, we fly like soaring
planes.
A drenching kiss that makes us slip, we're goin
under too, the sky's alive, the lightning strikes and
brings the thunder too,
my legs collapse like Autobots to slide up under you,
your right leg's now on my left shoulder, aint no
runnin boo.
The 1st lick of your nether lips exhales your breath
away, the 2nd through the 30th go past like
yesterday,
and minutes after fastening my mouth to man your
boat, a liter's worth of candy jam goes slamming
down my throat.
Your hips do grind and so do mine except some
time has passed, you hold for dearest life, you're like
a vice, so tight to stab,
but once the motion activates we form like Wonder
Twins, which has me quartered safe in you like I
was Gunga Din.
The shower nozzle's open to a full blown water blast,
the way our skin is smacking loudly, it just oughta
splash,
you throw it back like Brady when the Pats and
Dolphins clash, or moreso like you walk the streets
and look to ball for cash.
It feels like Heaven's open with the angels washing
down, but even heavy shower water can't wash out
the sounds,
of passion resonating through a frosted wall of
glass, my seed does not impede with speed, into
your walls I crash.
A 2nd wind of stamina embraces me like fam, I'm
like a stick of granite still, that's just the man I am,
who don't mind puttin in extra work that'll leave us
sore with pain, the shower's like we're outside sexin
in the pouring rain.
Copyright © James Lewis | Year Posted 2011
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