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The Clause
HIs sex spoke volumes without
One word uttered
His rod filled volumes
Soaked my aches in presumptuousness
I'm sure he heard me stutter
Something incoherent
Driving such a hard bargain as
He staked his claim
Facetiously I'd complain
How it sucks to be buttered so easily
By a fucking look
He knew how I like to play the blame game
How the tension kept my
Pussy wet
I want to say
He took my agency
But time and again the end result
Was always the same
I'd suck the residue of us off of
His veined repose
Validating his vanity while indulging
My veiled insanity
Half crazy, half hazy
The clause will always be what it is
He's the cause and
The cure
And I am his fine print
One word uttered
His rod filled volumes
Soaked my aches in presumptuousness
I'm sure he heard me stutter
Something incoherent
Driving such a hard bargain as
He staked his claim
Facetiously I'd complain
How it sucks to be buttered so easily
By a fucking look
He knew how I like to play the blame game
How the tension kept my
Pussy wet
I want to say
He took my agency
But time and again the end result
Was always the same
I'd suck the residue of us off of
His veined repose
Validating his vanity while indulging
My veiled insanity
Half crazy, half hazy
The clause will always be what it is
He's the cause and
The cure
And I am his fine print
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