By d-lite,    danapyoung@netscape.net
Date: 14 August 2000

Chance of Rain

Chance of Rain

My Sweet

You are the Cha in my Chakra, the Feng in my Shui, the Tai in my Chi. 
There is Only You, Scorpio, in the tearoom of me.

I got a secret for you baby so listen close. 
You’ve got the LD on my solar plexus 
And I’m melting like taffy in the sun. 

So say you’ll be my Italian Stallion, my lounge-lizard-love-drug, 
My luscious dish, wax and wain my lover’s moon.
Promise you’ll rock me to sleep at night like the stellar star you is, 
I’ll hang on every honey-drenched note, be your sex-starved groupie.

Let me be your weathergirl, your suede drenched broad,
The Ms. of Miyagi, the Scully to your Mulder.
I’ll be the stakes to your sweeps and the dot in your COM.

So what do you say weatherman? If you let me in will the sky really fall?
You better put down the smoking gun and break out the goulashes,
In case you haven’t heard, There is a storm front moving in
And I’m your cloud nine.