There's intense romance
in walking in the rain
under an umbrella.
It's akin to being with your girlfriend
in the rain.
My umbrella like my girlfriend is old
she has enough leaking holes
to lick my hair and face
rolling like a rivulet
reaching up to the groin
where it creates a puddle of desire
when I grab her harder
and push thru the fluid
thirsting and thrusting
like I do with my girlfriend.
But you know the best part comes
when my umbrella asks me
to throw her away
and reach the ******
as the sky cracks
to pour a blinding rain.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
There's intense romance
in walking in the rain
under an umbrella.
It's akin to being with your girlfriend
in the rain.
My umbrella like my girlfriend is old
she has enough leaking holes
to lick my hair and face
rolling like a rivulet
reaching up to the groin
where it creates a puddle of desire
when I grab her harder
and push thru the fluid
thirsting and thrusting
like I do with my girlfriend.
But you know the best part comes
when my umbrella asks me
to throw her away
and reach the ******
as the sky cracks
to pour a blinding rain.
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