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Fuckless Loveless Sexless Sex
Hate being woke up to him
On top of me
I cringe and I cry
But he doesn't know
Cause he never turns on the light
I wouldn't call it making love
Because there is no love
I wouldn't call it fucking
Because even fucking has passion
There is no kissing
No lustful groping
I wouldnt even call it sex
It's just a dick poking a pussy
For 2-3 minutes
Then I roll over
And silently cry myself back to sleep
On top of me
I cringe and I cry
But he doesn't know
Cause he never turns on the light
I wouldn't call it making love
Because there is no love
I wouldn't call it fucking
Because even fucking has passion
There is no kissing
No lustful groping
I wouldnt even call it sex
It's just a dick poking a pussy
For 2-3 minutes
Then I roll over
And silently cry myself back to sleep
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