Bent over backwards for the one she loved
Sucked his juices dry like an aphid
No love lost she was broken but continued: "Loving you is a losing game, me & you are just not the same"

Shameful twat took her things
Ran her mouth and got dinged
When night came, her jumper was wetter than a fountain
Lingering about yearning for his finger in her mouth
Instead his fingers were playful, and slid between her thighs
Salivating to the pleasure; he fulfilled her desires
Before diving into her cervix like sperm cells

Pushed her against the wall,
Pressed on her breasts,
Stretched her muscles,
It became a hassle as she began moving away
He used his masculine strength to dig in deeper
Crimsoning to her pinnacle
She knew his silent flute was capable of miracles
Her eyes popped; he capped her mouth shut

Felt like they were on a plane
Highs and turbulence
Clouds and evidence
Eased her mind by releasing her tensions

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