Orgasm for the Weak Minded (Im feeling creative, *shrug*)
Because of you I'll arrive too soon and youll treat me like your lovers do.
Or like you do your lovers, cheapened like Em rappin about his mother.
Golden moments silenced to brass memories and glass energy that beaks quicker than a true orgasms symmetry you feel empty instead of being filled with synergy. Bring me up in conversation like youre into me.
Because of you I'll arrive too soon, and youll treat me like your lovers do.
Or like you do your f*ckers, reduced, a waving hand of a Prostitute to a Trucker.
Now youre a riddle me this, tickle me quick, give me it or leave me sh*t, God please be it, tease me b*tch, squeeze these tits, breathin it but youre not believin it. I come back to you, but I guess youre like leaving mist.
Because of you I'll arrive too soon, and you'll treat me like your lovers do.
Or like you do your "Others", sexual organs scramble like a Waffle House Omlet smothered and covered.
Look whos the whore now, Knocking banging down my door wow, After everything you said in that sore vow your core bows and pours out deplores like its the More youve been waitin for, How dare you. I cared and youre the floor beneath my torn soul. Im worn out.
Just because you came too late. (Fin)
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