my boy and I coin'd a bunch of terms.. one of them is "rain poems" rain poems are erotic poems.. what happens when you stand in the rain? you get wet, don't you? well aight then, here's a "rain poem": my tongue parts thighs like knives---***** sliced wet, & warm, -juices slide outta brown fruit---I take to the head like cereal bowl/ palmin' crescent moons--- collidin' below waistlines.. face tight, between vice grip, -thighs that tie my tongue below nappy black laces. send you spiralin' with pink fire, that burn through you slow---inscence hips, balance the **** like flames---straddlin' candle wick when I lick you there & rearrange yuh pubic hairs, stimulate yuh hips--- bouncin' like bass thump/ face clutch'd tight, like--- bike seat between *** cheeks, wedged between gappin' thighs that ride my face, along bikini line like barcode swipe. til' she wipes her ripe wet t(wo)u -lips all ova' my face, like mango discharge---thick & sticky, like envelope paste in humidity. mango juice, trailin' cheek bones/ soak'd like cow heel, in split peas ova' rice. cheek bones soak'd between moans in sighs, buried in erogenous zones, I punch the flames with my breath & jerk yuh rhythms, through pubic funk in pitch black silence, you scratch'd yuh sounds through..