rain coat slaps like drum(k)

Maybe i can remember how things are going on those night, it was just an incitation of curiosity, virginity, and carelessness, it was composed of delicate touches, from left to right, from up to down. 

Now she told me she could not wait to tell all the secrets, how wet, how dirty, how lovely(i guess so).so we exchange secrets, and seal it with promise.(i won't tell anybody, i swear)

back then i wear rain coat, it slaps like crazy, like covers me in the drum i can clearly hear the sounds, hysterically.

we scared to imagine how things will happen if she left the crew, maybe we all go back to our personal normal life. because i can certainly know that everyone is distanced from me, as long as she is absent, anyway.

i remember how the smoky taste worked, it worked well at night when you feel sorrow. 
i remember how nasty the tongue twirled in my mouth, i endured. 
i remember Q slept next bed, and quietly replied, understand.
i remember i was wet like whore when call out for some drug. (but get tired quickly)

Anyway, just something not so important anymore.