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Fleshlight 3000
A year of my life thrown away
Wasted on late night whispers when
Sweet nothings meant nothing
And our love crop was barren
A mere over developed Fleshlight,
Why keep me around?
I guess you saw me as numb
As in your semen I drowned.
Did I not even cross your mind?
Or was this all planned?
Locked in your bedroom at dusk
Bright lit screen, tissues in hand?
Did my moans not compare?
Were my thighs too thick?
Or could my intellect not
Keep your brain from your dick?
Wasted on late night whispers when
Sweet nothings meant nothing
And our love crop was barren
A mere over developed Fleshlight,
Why keep me around?
I guess you saw me as numb
As in your semen I drowned.
Did I not even cross your mind?
Or was this all planned?
Locked in your bedroom at dusk
Bright lit screen, tissues in hand?
Did my moans not compare?
Were my thighs too thick?
Or could my intellect not
Keep your brain from your dick?
Published 3rd May 2015
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