Tilting Rain

The rain tilts in; it falls so silently
But complicates some lives; let’s simplify
Such complications through the energy
You exercise, exhaling with a sigh
To feel the thrust of maleness as you breathe
And bend on damp turf with backside pushed up;
You hair in disarray, then you are seized
And readied for the man who wants to sup
On wetness, tightness, softness and the rest:
These qualities mean nothing on their own;
You’ll serve through any weather: it is best
To sink and swim in moisture; he may groan,
And splash his cum, once you're completely filled -
The rains tilt in – but not a drop is spilled.