oh the pains of listening to bad sex being performed upon your love.
without the extended embrace at the end...
without the pitter of whispers and laughter..
without the warm glow of connection...
just creaking bed springs
pleasures ever rising wave
overtaking my fragile mind
with the seas of sluttery
oh, what we used to be.
without the extended embrace at the end...
without the pitter of whispers and laughter..
without the warm glow of connection...
just creaking bed springs
pleasures ever rising wave
overtaking my fragile mind
with the seas of sluttery
oh, what we used to be.
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