The day is hot and I feel jilted as a dishevelled beauty leaves my lover's lair.
The beauty's eyes full of sleep and health from recently left lust
The smell of sex does not linger in the air, but it should.
My lover looks seriously into my eyes, her's dart
Feverishly they try to stay upon mine.
A half heatred introduction reveals that she knows no name
And the warmth of soft scents, morning sun kissed cheeks
Leaves my senses be and I grow cold.
She'd layed it on the line from our start -
'Sleeping with a girl is only a lustful act, like watching pornography,
it is not love, for I only have love for you.'
It seemed like fun then...
It breaks my heart now.
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