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Its not rocket science

the way you fuck Me

Its nothing specific

Mechanically fitting 

But there is something ethereal

About your touch, 

And the way you say dirty things with that husky voice

The way I choke on it while you watch

And the sincerity  in your kisses

Contrasted by your cool withdrawl 

And the way you pull your pants on 

And walk out the door with your shirt over your shoulder never looking back

The way you think you've won the pride steaks.

It never lasts 

always been your good time girl.

I let you hunt me down again.

Its not rocket science

I love to fuck.