the air smells of salt
oh my dear, it's my fault
my breath smells of rum
and a hint of fresh cum
and that dude on my bed
with a funny-shaped head
wearing nothing, like me.
dammit. this is blasphemy!
then he started to stir
and he looked quite unsure
where he was at the moment,
like a lost little rodent
so he picked up his shirt
and the rest of his dirt,
"gotta go to the store"
then ran out the door.
oh, what wonders,
horny drunk strangers
and a night of unli-liquor
make a blooper, thereafter.
oh my dear, it's my fault
my breath smells of rum
and a hint of fresh cum
and that dude on my bed
with a funny-shaped head
wearing nothing, like me.
dammit. this is blasphemy!
then he started to stir
and he looked quite unsure
where he was at the moment,
like a lost little rodent
so he picked up his shirt
and the rest of his dirt,
"gotta go to the store"
then ran out the door.
oh, what wonders,
horny drunk strangers
and a night of unli-liquor
make a blooper, thereafter.
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