Flaws

I looked at my reflection on the mirror
Counting the flaws on my contuors
And at the details of my imperfections
Maybe that's why he lost interest
Maybe thats why he dosent hold me
Is thats why he's snoring like am not there
Maybe i disgust him
Maybe am not his type
Maybe i should leave

I cover my sorry self
With the dress i spent a fortune on
Thinking would impresse him
Maybe i was wrong
He didnt complement
Clear he didnt like it
I regret coming here
A lump rises up my throat
And a tear drops

Before i could say goodbye
He wraps his hands round my waist
And i feel his shaft firm
I feel adrenaline rush through
And settle on my navel
I try to detach myself
but he holds harder
He wants a morning treat
And he's never letting me go
Despite the perfections and imperfections,
I bring the hardon
And thats a sign that i have something
To stir him
That's all that matters now to me

Time to work on the firm shaft!
And forfet the worries of the flaws
As it lasts!