Just goes to show you when you’re motivated by lust;
Your brain is the only body part that you can trust.
All of the rest has gone haywire;
Just raging hormones filled with desire.
Logic is all that you can depend on;
Especially when he sings the same old song.
If it’s yellow and quacks it’s probably a duck;
He keeps running back because I’m such a good fuck.
Says a bunch of shit he doesn’t really mean;
That sexy bitch is such a drama queen!
This time I knew better and to keep up my guard;
I played with his cock and balls, it made him hard.
Then I spread my legs and pulled my black silk panties aside;
Said “lick my pussy” so he buried his face between my thighs.
Grinding into his mouth, I came twice;
Then told him “You better go” but that was nice.
Sent him away with blue balls because I knew better;
I knew right around the corner was a Dear John letter.
I want out of this ping pong game;
Why do I let him drive me insane?
At first I thought it was his sexy, plump ass;
How good I fucked it with my dildo made of glass.
Maybe it was all the attention, he was kind of needy;
Or how he begged me to fuck him, his ass was so greedy.
I have to admit dressing sexy for him was fun;
He is such a picture whore, he loves my buns.
Loves my long legs the most of all;
Soon as he hit town he gave me a call.
I knew it was going to be the same old crap;
He’d be gone soon as his wife wanted him back.
Why do I have a soft spot for this goof?
Don’t be all over me then act so aloof.
I’ve got to wash this man right out of my hair;
I guess it is so hard because I actually cared.
I will miss the games we played and the time spent together;
Miss dreaming about him in a chest harness made of leather.
Miss his big bear hugs when he held me so very tight;
Most of all I’ll miss his cute face with blue eyes so bright.
I have a feeling that I have not heard the last of him;
But what comes around goes around, his prospects are dim.
It is still to raw, the hurt in my heart;
Once again it is time to make a new start.
No more tug of war pulling my heart strings two and fro;
A desire unsatisfied is always the way that it goes…..
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