Rayne: A poem. Rayne: It’s not that I don’t love you, Rayne: It’s not that I’m bored. Rayne: It’s just that after coitus, Rayne: I’m not exactly floored. Rayne: But if you’re willing, Rayne: To fuck outside the box Rayne: I have an idea Rayne: To knock right off my socks Rayne: So pick up some Advil Rayne: And some tissues, a bunch, Rayne: Thus when you come over Rayne: We’ll try ye olde donkey punch