There I stand, I am your hand, there for quick gratification. A yank and tug And then, you're done. The care I usually contain For quality and compassion Went down the drain With every little sperm I dribbled out my mouth. No matter my amount of despise I still need my thighs pressing on your ears- Your tongue lapping at me Forgetting who I am Sucking and humming Turning me into a howling banchee- I'll deal with the aftermath Of my rejection and humiliation, But now my purogitive Is drowning you in orgasmic fluid.
Reason for writing:
I'm mad at the world...what can I say
Birth sign: Gemini
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