Rayne: A poem. Rayne: The Smile on your lips, Rayne: I find it quite teasing. Rayne: As I look down at your naked form, Rayne: It’s more than simply pleasing. Rayne: Yet when I enter you, Rayne: I scream in pain. Rayne: The shaft of my member is chafed, Rayne: Yelling ‘never again’. Rayne: There’s no easy way to say this, Rayne: But my dear you’re rather dry. Rayne: If you give me but a moment, Rayne: I’ll run and get the KY.