A sub, lost in his daze, ignored the first drops, Noticing his master’s perfect coiffure, a masterpiece, wouldn’t flop!
But the rain, oh the rain, it came down with a vengeance, Turning and swishing in his mouth, stringy dependence.
His sweat pants clung, a most magic display, Like a second skin, fashioned from a golden clay.
His perfect white penis, once a symbol of charm, Now resembled a model, a perfect form. Now subscribe and watch me make your squirm!