Sounds of a rainstorm,
Wanting to need you, is so extreme.
I, imagine my finger stroking you high,
On memeories of a good hard finger.
I concentrate, and in no time,
You are coming in waves.
It's starting again, because I'm thinking of you,
I spread myself open like this, thinking and wanting you.
Thinking and longing for you, now!
The back of my car,
The vinyl sticking to your skin,
And, me taking you, with my slick hand.
/ F /