Though I spent half of my night yearning,
To open your closed thighs like a book,
So I do what you love best,
to make you feel hot in the rain,
for in different positions we’ll roam,
Just to get the satisfaction we ask.
But where you went is a question I ask,
to be with me, you were always yearning,
even on your trips, you’d still roam,
just so I don’t go open another book.
and my showers of praises, you rain,
all in a bid for me to call you the best.
And just as you wish, you were the best,
“Were”, cause I have questions to ask,
on why you now made me cry in the rain.
To be with you, I’m no more yearning,
I toured the library & found comfort in another book,
thank you for leaving me to roam.