Callused hands smoothing over silken skin,
Snagging pieces along the way,
Giving me rug burn day dreams,
Making me long for nails on chalkboards,
Loathing your every touch,
Why do I want you so much?
Sloppy kisses with too much tongue,
Leaving my mouth wet and nothing more,
Praying to drown in the drool you create,
Hoping each drop is poison to kill,
Despising your every kiss,
What of this would I miss?
I don't know what you are doing down there,
Feels as fun as being at the gyno,
Eager to go relax on red hot coals,
Detesting your every moan,
All of this makes me groan! Or does it make me grown?
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