It was raining when I was taught how it feels to be fucked right.
Right now, it is 2:55 am: it's raining and I am awake, alone. In my mind, you carry me out to the backyard, and force me to my hands and knees in the mud. There is nothing I want more right now. Would that be too much to ask of you?
You're making me feel helpless, and surely you know that isn't a feeling I like. But I barely know a thing about you; so why do I want you this badly?
Right now, it is 2:55 am: it's raining and I am awake, alone. In my mind, you carry me out to the backyard, and force me to my hands and knees in the mud. There is nothing I want more right now. Would that be too much to ask of you?
You're making me feel helpless, and surely you know that isn't a feeling I like. But I barely know a thing about you; so why do I want you this badly?
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[Edited on Jun 29, 2004 8:22AM]