Cool breeze after 90 degrees
Rain washing away my strain
He's gone for a couple of days, just me
until a little after three
Precious moments alone usually not comforting
I am afraid of being alone, more time to think
It's a quiet storm and it's washing away the stink
I read my book and I am able to concentrate
I watch the palm trees blow in the breeze
I start to feel something creep up in me
This weather make me want him in between my knees
For the first time in days I feel so deliciously at ease
No work, no chatter incessantly
Hennessy, Hot Tamales, no electricity...just me
