Be the rain to my grass.
Don’t keep off-touch me, let me have you, let me be crass and handle you like brass.

Be the rain to my grass.
The way your drops fall on to my errected blade,
slowly dripping down my earthy body, kissed by the sun before you came.
Quench my thirst for intimacy and love, I want to feel the wetness of your dripping, all day and all night long.

Be the rain to my grass.
I’ll stick my tounge out like a long blade of grass...