He's my kind of rain like love in a drunken sky
He's confetti falling down all night
He sits quietly there, like water in a jar
Says baby why're you trembling like you are
So I wait and I try, I confess like a child

His lips - that would have to be my favorite part of him.
Or maybe I'm just thinkin' that cuz they're brushin' across my stomach right now, movin' lower with each kiss.
It could be his hands, his long, thick fingers drawin' little circles on my hips as his mouth covers my cock and he sucks me into the back of his throat.
Nope, definitely the lips.
Wait, it has to be his tongue - that thick, wet muscle he's draggin' up and down my length, makin' me hot and wet at the same time.
He's the only person that's ever made me feel like this - half man, half child.
I depend on him for my pleasure, my pain, and everything in between.
With just one touch, he can turn me from a walkin', talkin' being made of flesh and blood into a quiverin' mass of nothin' and everything.

He's my kind of rain like love from a drunken sky
He's confetti falling down all night
He's the sunset shadows, he's like Rembrandt's light
He's the history that's made at night
He's my lost companion, he's my dreaming tree
Together in this brief eternity

He tells me I'm beautiful, that I remind him a those cherub pictures.
But, he's the one that's really beautiful.
Not in that way that makes ya stop and stare when he walks into the room - not like most people think his brother is beautiful.
He's got this look, a cross between handsome and breathtaking.
Sometimes ya don't even notice it at first, cuz he's always so serious.
But, I notice.
I stare.
And when we're alone, and he's hoverin' over me, showerin' me with love and kisses, I wonder what I ever did to deserve his love.
He makes love to me in everything he does - the way he opens the door for me, or carries my bags when I'm perfectly capable of doin' it for myself.
He makes love to me with his eyes, when he watches me in the ring, in the shower, and movin' underneath him, askin' for more.
He makes love to me with his voice, his mind, and most importantly - his body.
That luscious, hard, soft, strong body that makes me feel safe and loved and real.

Summer days winter snow
He's all things to behold
He's my kind of rain like love from a drunken sky
He's confetti falling down all night
He's my kind of rain

Maybe it's his heart that I love the most, cuz that's where his emotions hide when he don't want the rest of the world to know what he's feelin'.
Ain't much in this world that he don't like, except for the ugly stuff.
Ya know, stuff like hate and ignorance and the small-minded people that look down on us just cuz we love each other.
It could be his mind that I love.
That brilliant, wonderful mind of his. When I was younger, and I first met him, I thought he was a freakin' genius, cuz there wasn't nothin' he didn't know.
And now that we're both older, he's the one I turn to when I can't figure somethin' out, cuz even if he don't know, he'll help me work it out.

So I wait and I try, I confess all my crimes
He's my kind of rain
Ohhh, rain on me
He's my kind of rain
He's the one that knows everything I'm scared of.
He's the one that knows all my dreams.
He's the one that knows how to touch me in places I never knew existed until he touched me there.
He's the one I wake up next to every mornin', and fall asleep in his arms every night.
He's the one I want, the one I need, the one I can't live without.

Right now, he's the only thing that exists in my world - me and him and that tingly feelin' that I get right before we explode together, callin' out to each other like two people lost in a storm.
And when he brushes my hair off my face, and pulls me into his arms, and I feel the beat of his heart, and the touch of his hands, and the taste of his lips, I think about all of him and I know.
When he looks into my eyes, and I see all the love he has for me there, I finally know.

My favorite part of him is just…him.