| How could you, damn bastard |
| I hate you |
| Why won't you rise again |
| Like you did so many times before |
| The pants would go down and you would rise up... |
| I remember...remember so clearly |
| The night when the lightning was bright |
| The thunder was loud |
| And there were fireworks beneath my belt |
| I knew that it would go off |
| And that "he" would ejaculate |
| Right there in front of me |
| I told my guy to settle but he rose |
| So high |
| So high I have to raise my eyes to view |
| The splendor that quivers and throbs |
| For me |
| He is the power that pushes me |
<| Day, Night |
| The sun rises, the sun sets |
| Never stopping, never taking a breath |
| Only gasping |
| Oh sweet freshness |
| Yet sometimes it moans |
| Like a beast gone wrong |
| And it's grief and power both scare and electrify me |
| They complete me |
| I harden |
| Rough, tender, sore, yet moist, round and tight |
| Ruff |
| Ruff |
| Ruff |
| Spank me like a dry heaving poodle!! |
