that day it rained

When it rains I hear
the music we done
made.....

Her eruptive moans
played as the lyrics
the chorus her calling
my name

My pelvis and her
ass the beat we made
Was off the chain....

and i can't forget the gushy
Sounds her vagina collabed
that bitch can sing

That day it rained..

These bedroom walls
witnessed a slaying,
an orgasmic mist
seasoned the air
my mattress and
box spring endured
much pain

The things we normally
did there feelings enhanced
it was insane,

Like..............

......... Damn just thinking about
this shit moisturizes my palms
and overloads that vein

Her clothes fled the scene
like of her body they
were ashamed, and it wasn't
my first time seeing but that
night my eyes were tamed

Her beauty played as my
tamer while her nasty
cleaned up my lane, now
all these other chicks can't
afford a look she fogs my frames

That day it rained..

............. **looks down**

This bulge in my
pants right now alone
can sure explain,

Each thought
my attempts
all these things that
im saying

molds her vagina
reintroduces them lips
redeploys that grip
A re slaying

It all mentally replaying
from her speech to her
spraying......

I can feel her lips
pulsing massaging
my gift while she
saying..........

she repeatedly used
that term that implies
her arrival isn't delaying

I filled her entrance
She began praying
passion stained
my back like my skin
her nails were craving

My sheets
my bold
her thighs

it was raining, everything
on shine and my lips started
hating so I dove all in it her
vaginal gloss I started facing

My tongue on repeat as her
lips and mine would meet....
Depriving her of her fluids
Fortunately it's liquids she
doesn't need

Every single drip I
felt obligated to
drink, so I continued
to sip until there was
nothing for her to release

That day it rained...

Will always be a day
I can't properly
explain, I just know
with every drop I can
hear her passion sing

That day it rained

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