They say when it rains,
But who could cry,
At the sight of beautiful creation....
And I smile,
I know my dear friend,
Will cover me again.
Such a friend,
Has been with me for many years,
He's my lover,
Yet close like a brother.
Wind whispers sweet mist,
I can feel his vibrant touch.
He's ready to fulfill me,
Like an urge to sneeze.
Can't control his passion,
Can't hide his joyous tears.
He's full and ready to explode his warmth,
Here it comes.
I move slowly as small licks,
Overpower my body.
I can't help but close my eyes,
For I know I'm being made love to.
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