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When we first met, I knew I would get your panties wet.

In fact I made a bet, I knew our destiny was set.

20 dollars won, your body well done,

allowing you to have your true first one.

But I see now it was a mistake,

for me to give you that well needed quake.

For it must of blown a fuse or flipped a switch,

turning you into one hell of a sexual bitch.

Always asking me for more, wanting me to fuck you like a whore,

until neither one of us could give anymore.

At that time it was all great,

I thought there could be no better fate.

But I was blinded of your thirst,

And how if unfulfilled it would burst.

Either in words I knew you would endurse or plain brut force.

Damn, what was wrong with my sight?

I must have been blinded by the darkest of night,

Because any fool could of seen you weren't right.

What am I saying? What fucked up game am I playing?

I know your package was quit tight,

allowing for a pleasure filled flight.

I quess I was bored and just wanted to pick another fight.