• Ice cream is what will stop the Pour.
    Bring in the women, let it rain.
    27 flavors of what I adore,
    but only one will be melt my pain.
    The ice cream girl has one item I see,
    her body will succumb to me.

    Our lips they touch,
    The zipper flys,
    The bra isnt much,
    For the real challenge lies.

    My body is worn,
    My guard is down
    She makes my heart torn.
    The liars crown.

    I try to sleep,
    My one chance still hides,
    She makes me weep
    My time, it bides.