Did it again,
thought of you and
let myself get
carried away a
little too much,
Can you blame me
for wanting to be
with you again, or
do you still put
me at fault for
having my own
orgasm and just
rolling over like
that was that and
now it was time
for bed? Yeah,
I know, but life
sort of sucks.
Where'd I put
those damn
tissues, anyways?
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