If we are talking the kind of man that would be right for me. I don't think he exist.
Watching my love,by Shirl*,As I Stand And Watch, Through The Screen,As The Rain Pours Down,I See You, You Are Out There,I Press My Face Against The Screen Window,To See, And Smell, The Rain,.And I See You, Working, Looking Up At The Rain,As It Cools You Down From The Sultry Heat,Of The Day,.Love, I Think Of Our Love, The Rain Smells Like Love,.It Smells Like OUR LOVE, Sweet, Yet PULSATING, As It Pelts The Window Screen,AND THEN,...Slows........ Down,As It Builds Into Its Maniacal, CRESCENDO!Of Sweet Smelling Rain,As I WATCH And Think Of Your Thighs,The Muscle That Flexes As You Keep Working,I Can Almost See Another Life There,You So Resemble, A Native Brave,As You Open Your Mouth To Receive The Rain,That Keeps Me WATCHING,As I Think Of The Times, Your Mouth, Has Loved Me,In So Many Ways,As I WATCH, You Cannot See That I Am WATCHING,Admiring, The Beauty Of The Soul Within,A Beautiful Body, You Never Noticed You Were,Like A god, And I Keep Watching, I See Our LoveIn The Rain, Refreshed, And As You Walk Into My Arms, After The Rain,I Know I Will Warm You, With My Body, Unclothed,And With Soft Sweet Words Of Love,And Still, As You Walk To Our Mecca Of Love,I Am Forever .....WATCHING
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