all the female bodies you’ve fucked
they keep stacking up
in my head
oh, what a shame
that you left them there
with the greatest contempt
with their husbands pining away
on their double wooden beds
what do you have
that I should strive for the same?
nothing, nothing at all
I never dreamed of you in all my lonely nights
your physique
was never within my dreams
I like it hard and you made it soft
slowly removing it and then it was all gone
and all my foreplay appeared futile
I often wondered
why did I let myself to listen
your dirty confessions
that in reality
they were repulsive to me
every time I wanted to spend time in bed
this gentlest feeling was gone, inevitable to be reimagined
among these lights in blue
obscuring every vivid view
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