Being inside her
Was all that I wanted
To have, to hold
My skillsets I flaunted
She'd run, I chased
She played for a while
She gave up real easy
She threw me a smile
I took her to bed
And I made sweet love
Everything was captured
From the camera above
Push in, pull out
The rush of release
The feel of her tongue
Sharpness of teeth
I spill my love
All over her face
I then put on my clothes
It feels like a race
She lies there nude
Unable to speak
She looks at me, used
I show her my cheek
I tell her to leave
She's angry I'm sure
Cuz I got what I needed
From being in her
She left me for good
And now I tell the world
But it doesn't matter
Because there will always be another girl
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