I Want It to Rain

I want it to Rain on me. And no, that has nothing to do with money being tossed around in a club. By "Rain on me" I mean the purest form of rain, from Rain, rolling down his gorgeous face and dripping off his jaw, gravity taking place and landing on me.

Oh, yes.

I don't know why I want him so bad lately. I think it's a good combination of anticipating Ninja Assassin and all of the shirtless, drool-worthy, I-fucking-want-you-so-bad-it's-excruciatingly-unbearable-for-me-to-sit-here moments (because there will be plenty), as well as the fact that he's been popping up in the news more as of late due to MBLAQ's debut.

I actually don't care what the reason is. I want this man. I want this man something hardcore.

I want him in the shower, naked. I want him in my bed, naked. I want him in his bed, naked. I want him on the kitchen table, naked. I want him on the living room floor, naked. I want him on the balcony, naked. I want him in the backseat of the car, naked. I want him in a fucking airplane bathroom, naked. I want him in public. I want him in private. I want him now. I want him tomorrow. I want him in every fucking country on the planet. Hell, I even want him on the moon.

And you know what? I will even fucking take him fully clothed. Because I know what exists underneath those clothes and what will be awaiting me as soon as we set foot in the door. Seriously, we won't even have a chance to take off our shoes before I rip the man's shirt off and jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and excited, muffled moans escaping his lips.

Blame it on the chest pops and the close-up of the crotch during his dance cover of "Oh Yeah." The only thing I did not like about it is that he is sweating, and I am not underneath him to catch the fallen drops.

Damn you, Rain. DAMN YOU.

TKPA