Agony

It's raining cold, damp, cold rain,
fierce drops,
as I sit here thinking of you,
in a trance,
can't call you on the phone,
hear your sexy man voice,
I have no choice, but to leave,
leave it all behind;
but my mind won't stop thinking of you

Your caramel flavored body spread wide,
on a leopard skin floor, glowing between the
red dim light of fire,
my eyes gazed onto your
sweaty heat, your sex sweat
it intoxicates me, I breathe in

No more I say "come away with me,
so I can massage my lips against your chest",
but don't lie to me, and tell me
Disney dreams,
for I am not Snow White,
just black, black as night
how the moon loves me