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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
LunaLove6963
Written by LunaLove6963
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Author's Note
One of three of my poems published in the book naughty nuts & bolts sold here https://www.amazon.com/dp/1945791640/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_tai_qU3xCbG7CYX4Z
6/2016
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