Rainman


As the rain softly hit the window,
she stares...
Is that a silhouette in the dark?
Her brown hazel like eyes glare.
Curtains wide open
she see's a faint blare,
shaped like a man her mind starts to wonder if he's really there.
Rain dripping off his body
kind of turns her on!
That chocolate bald head figure has her mind blown.
"Where did you come from?"
She yells across the room,
in the background there's lightning,and all she hear is boom.
Lightning strikes again
no one's there to see,
she rolled over knowing tonight
in her dreams
he will most definately be!

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