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Dump your seed
Dump your seed
Now you've had your way with me, I see you walking out my door, I'm left full of your seed and now you have need for me no more
The door closes slowly I hear that lonely heartbreaking click, I'm left with just your memories of your hardened throbbing dick
Sadness washes over me, for now again I'm all alone, left with just messages of promises on my mobile phone
Telling me you will mine, but you can't upset or leave your wife, it's just not the right time yet, so I'm just left in strife
Feeling like I'm being used, is just a struggle I have to be bare, it's part of having you in my life and she needs you there
I wonder does she know where you go, when you visit me, I pray one day you'll be mine, if she ever let's you free
Will I ever be your one and only, am I really the one you need, or am I just your playground, a place to dump your seed
Ron.
Now you've had your way with me, I see you walking out my door, I'm left full of your seed and now you have need for me no more
The door closes slowly I hear that lonely heartbreaking click, I'm left with just your memories of your hardened throbbing dick
Sadness washes over me, for now again I'm all alone, left with just messages of promises on my mobile phone
Telling me you will mine, but you can't upset or leave your wife, it's just not the right time yet, so I'm just left in strife
Feeling like I'm being used, is just a struggle I have to be bare, it's part of having you in my life and she needs you there
I wonder does she know where you go, when you visit me, I pray one day you'll be mine, if she ever let's you free
Will I ever be your one and only, am I really the one you need, or am I just your playground, a place to dump your seed
Ron.
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