Cycling in the rain minutes after I just picked my ‘fro. What was I thinking? Cycling in the rain is only a nuisance when it affects my kinks to show its kink. Brazilian blow out blew my fro out but the rain's left it a big fat nap.
Cycling in the rain. All I can see in my bike's headlight is misty grey, some green, orange leaves, and, oh I think I just spotted a wild bunny. It’s almost midnight.
Getting lost is hard, feeling lust is easy. Lust is a found emotion with no confusion to it.
The ironic and even upsetting part to all is that the only reason I’m lost, at midnight, cycling in the rain with a nest on my head is because of lust.
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