Is it your truth

Is it your truth?
When you hold me tight telling me everything is alright?
Or is it that you're merely drawn to this caramel, tatted smooth tight skin, this round apple that jiggles every time you grab, spank, lick and suck it?

Is it the truth?
You Spreading my lower lips with your upper lips as your tongue speaks a foreign language, spilling its secrets into my private places?
 
Is this your truth?
Giving her the same things you gave me and told me when you grinding into my pussy so raw and deep asking me ”when can I come inside this pussy” and ”Are you all mine”

What is the truth?
As Lies falling like flies over and over and over again When will the accordance of facts or reality become the truth?