Firecracker brat

Firecracker in the Rain
The sky was moody, just like me,
Hot sun, then rain—then wild and free.
I wore a whisper of Wicked Weasel red,
Firecracker clinging, barely thread.

The grass was damp, my skin was too,
The clouds rolled in... but I stayed true.
On hands and knees, my smile said "try me,"
This little set was made to defy me.

A smirk, a tease, a sultry glance,
The rain gave me a second chance.
To arch my back, to soak my thighs,
To play with fire under gray-blue skies.

My nipples peaked, the breeze got bold,
This bikini didn’t fight the cold.
It hugged me tight in all the ways,
That make good boys forget their praise.

So if you’re here to just admire,
Know I’m both the spark and fire.
Florida may be full of games,
But I’m the storm that no one tames.

Sweet when I want, filthy for fun—
This brat’s forecast?
Soaked. Teased. And done.

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