To the next boy

Hand me that vodka
For all those times you took your love away
Actually hand me three
I'll add some raspberry to sweeten it up a little
Unlike all those times you wouldn't meet me in the middle.
I put on your trousers
To still feel you somewhat attached to me
You pull them back down again
Which brings me to my knees
There's some raspberry vodka licking going on
The sensations driving you wild
Head falls back
I'm in control.
I slip you in and ride you like a cowgirl
Your groaning and our history sends me into a spin
I hump harder past lover
Unbeknown to you
This will be the last time we make love thankyou.
I came five times for all the hurts you've caused
Electricity surging through me to seal my love wounds
Baby as we ride in our juices I'll spill out my secrets
Secretly saying in my head while our love isn't dead
I've fucked your best friend Ted in our own bed
While you were out doing the deed
Our final moments I can't dread
In your eyes i see commitment
You are chasing me once more
But all I'm taking is our sexual passion
To the next boy.