Porn

Your love for me boo is starting to feel like your sloppy seconds
I feel like I'm last in line in a gang bang whenever you beckon
Never the first one that comes to your mind always an after thought
With conversations like sex going nowheres and left to feel it's my fault

Am I sowing my fucking oats in this relationship, are you being promiscuous
Should there be emotions when we don't talk or we fucking bust a nut
Both lying in bed sexually spent or ready to cum again
But when it's all said and done nothing will ever change

There's always that look in your eyes of another face or place
My heart says that your kisses hunger for another's taste
If this is double penetration why not say it to me face to face
Why should I be the one in this relationship that's always trying to chase

Your spring showers are starting to feel and smell golden like bukkake
Did I consent to you pegging my emotions and keeping this shit sloppy
I look from the distance of my heart to my mind, and see me a cuckold
Grasping for things out of frozen air from you that I could never hold

Nor am I to see a smile on your face as if the sky is gaped
Only your form of neglected love that leaves me emotionally raped
Your emotional BDSM has me tied between poles of existence
Should I watch until the tape stops with even more persistence

A warped and marred disc of us that is still stuck in the tray
You've squirted all over the lens and so the bluray refuses to play
No there's no love from you in this shit and yet we go on
You appear addicted to torturing me and I seem addicted to porn