OH... Tainted Love!

You pissed me off this morning
But now you wanna makeup
Now you wanna say you’re sorry
Because now you wanna fuck

Well I’m still mad
But I know you know that
I’m not over it yet
But you’re ass is looking Phat

I think you do this shit on purpose
Because you know I can’t resist
To get my revenge on you
Beating you without my fists

I try to play hard to get
But your mouth keeps getting me hard
I refuse to let you win
But I’m letting down my guard

So I grab and throw you face down
And smack you hard on the ass
Thrust my dick deep inside your stomach
To take out all my frustration from the past

Standing on the floor
I’ve got you bent over pulling your hair
One leg on the bed one off
Looking at you with an evil stare

Tonight I wanna hurt you
But in such a pleasurable way
I wanna fuck you like I don’t care about you
Trying to take my pain away

The more you seem to like it
The harder I try to pound
I wanna make the pussy tap out
I know it has when you make that sound

I stick my dick in your ass
Because I wanna hear you yelp
I want you to understand that
Nobody’s coming to help

After I take out my frustration
My anger I want you to taste
So I pull my dick out your ass
And ejaculate on your face

Now you think you’ve made amends
You thought we’d makeup next
But I still don’t like your ass
That was just some angry sex!

 

See this shit right here is the reason!
I’m trying to be your heaven sent!
But when I satisfy all your desires,
For too long, you are content.
You have what all women want,
But you’re resting on your laurels!
While I’m over here being nice,
What I’m wanting, is immoral!
I know I’m getting older
But I have a high sexual metabolism!
And it’s your lack of fuckin’ me
That’s the source of your jealous cynicism!
Yes we’re getting along right now,
That’s because I’ve been trying to be nice.
Arguing is redundant
My mental health is paying the price!

(I know what you’re thinking reader,
You say, “Why don’t you just masterbate?
Why would you mess up your relationship for some meaningless sex?
Well let me explain masterbation to you.
It’s like going to a restaurant that serves all your favorite foods, titties, ass, pussy and fellatio! You’re starving! You paid for the meal, but you are not allowed to eat it! You can look at it, you can hold it, but you can’t taste it and you definitely can’t take it! So what do you do? You go to the bathroom and eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich! Just so you don’t starve to death! FUCK THAT!!!)

I’m trying my damndest not to cheat!
But you’re getting stuck in your old ways,
You try to control the narrative,
And to our sex life, I become the slave.
You said it’s only been two days,
No bitch! Today is number 3!
You act like you can’t count!
You better quit fuckin’ wit’ me!
You’re ass is playing with fire!
This shit here,
Is gonna cease!
Cause you bout to fuck around
And make me go out and get a side piece!

I am still that moth.
Clinging to your screen door.
On a summer night.
The flame is forgotten.
It's gone away now.
Not dim.
Not weak.
But, I am weak.
So I wander through the night.
Still calling your name.

Am I deaf or am I blind
 
For happiness so hard to find,
 
I’ve been looking everywhere
 
Turning stones or in the air,
 
In the end i had to settle
 
To brew coffee in my kettle,
 
Just sit tight and wait a while
 
For the smell to form its style,
 
 I just love the morning brew
 
While I write something to you,
 
A rhyme so funny a rhyme for friends
 
On the mood it all depends,
 
Maybe you’ll put on a smile
 
To see my mind got so fertile,
 
Soon after that I woke up
 
With hot coffee in my cup.

We’re so near and yet far away
 
Wish we could make it someday,
 
To look each other in the eye
 
And never have to say goodbye,
 
Maybe life will give this prize
 
To our most biggest surprise,
 
To cross each other in the street
 
When our gazes finally meet,
 
I will know that it is you
 
cause your face will seem anew,
 
Just a look into those eyes
 
From an angel in disguise.

T’was never me just using you.
Never just to get me off.

Never just because,
I won the “game”,
Or played the “game” well,
Or even,
Just because I wanted it.

That was never,
Why I paid for dinner,
Or the movie,
Or took you dancing.

The holidays,
The trips,
Together,
When we spent some of the time,
“Together”,
But most of the time,
Being,
I thought,
A couple on Holiday.

I made certain you always,
Always,
Came too,
Most often, first,
And usually several times,
To my once or twice,
In our together times.

It was never only about me,
And my “needs”.
Or, at least, I thought not.

It was never when you were only willing,
I thought I was certain,
That always, you were wanting it with me,
As much as I wanted it with you.

You were never just a friend,
With benefits;
You were never just a booty call.

For me it was a step on the path,
We were traveling,
In becoming,
Not two separate,
But two together,
One.

So imagine,
My distress,
When I got your,
Wedding Invitation,
In today’s mail.

   
I'll tell you what you were.    
   
You were a notch on my bed post,    
locker room bragging rights.    
   
You were a cunt to receive my dick,    
a receiver of my wet dream's emissions.    
   
You were a blonde to follow the redhead,    
not as good as the brunet.    
   
You were way too short, barely up to my chin,    
not fun size at all.    
   
Your boobs were so small, most boys have more,    
couldn't fill a training bra.    
   
You were skinny, arms bony and legs gangly,    
all skeletal angles and points.    
   
You were a slippery mouth with a wet double jointed tongue,    
that swallowed my cum.    
   
Your mop head's hair, never combed, much less fixed,    
made good handles to hold your mouth around my cock.    
   
Your eyes were out of a cartoon, shadowed like a raccoon,  
one green and one blue.    
   
Your fingers were anorexic, without the grip of a noodle,    
barely good to stroke me before I entered you.    
   
Your ass was something to grip with my hands,    
as I unload my cum inside you.    
   
That's why I ignored you when I was with my guys.    
   
So why did it shatter my heart, cause me to sink to my knees,    
and wish I could die?    
   
When you walked out of my life, with a tear in your eye,    
and whispered over your shoulder,    
"I loved you."