Chased the Holy Grail
I probed your arid chute
And finally construed:
Only thunder turns you on
Resurrection not required
But your pussy has acquired
A quirk

Cumulonimbus veils the skies
Stockings torn, I lick your charms
Plain cunnilingus, my advance
The thunder stops, alas

The drought won't keep away
But with your vulva as a compass
We begin a storm chase
Weather sage, barometric snatch
Vaginal scholarship
Will never lead astray

Cumulonimbus, lightning arcs
Between lips must be a tongue
Pure cunnilingus, feeling sparks
You're gonna have a blast
You sexual outcast

Climax is near (How do they dare?)
(Without clothes and without shame) Feel no shame
(God, is she squirting from Skene's glands?)
Cum-ulonimbus!
(Like Niagara falls)
(She floods the floors and walls)

The quest didn't fail
We have found the Grail
At last you came

No, say it ain't true
We're in a crowded mall
Everybody saw