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When all the good guys are gone
When all the good guys are gone
And I’m all that’s left,
I’m not a badass,
I’m not a “good” guy,
I’m a fucking druggie
Who lives off his high
What I look for in a guy
Is a good cock, a great smile and nice eyes
The feel of his thighs,
The look in his eyes,
The repetitive sighs
The feel of his flesh
My world for a night
I hope that he bights
I’m here to lose myself
In this land for the lost
Escape from the pain
That’s killing my brain…
And I’m all that’s left,
I’m not a badass,
I’m not a “good” guy,
I’m a fucking druggie
Who lives off his high
What I look for in a guy
Is a good cock, a great smile and nice eyes
The feel of his thighs,
The look in his eyes,
The repetitive sighs
The feel of his flesh
My world for a night
I hope that he bights
I’m here to lose myself
In this land for the lost
Escape from the pain
That’s killing my brain…
Published 10th Jun 2012
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10th Jun 2012 8:41pm
Now this one is very good indeed. Erotic in it's crude simplicity. I share your desire there. :)
AlwaysCaliban
AlwaysCaliban
10th Jun 2012 9:10pm
Sex is raw and "crude" in it's "simplicity". I try to mimic that. It's all about losing yourself. Thanks for the comment.
