Emotions arnt for sex, so why do you cry. It hurts she exclaims with a pent up voice, crying and wishing she had made a different choice. He thrusts in deeper, moaning in bliss, she knows shes into a deeply fucked up tryst. Closing her eyes, she cant bare the thought, she got herself in deep, unfortunaly she got caught. Now shes lying under a body, to much, to naughty. What to do, she cant cum now, her body is to torn, to shorn to hold out. He cums, she feels, unfortunaly he appeals, if only he were ugly, and mean, But he's perfect, lovely, keen. She lay's there thinking, what a lovely fuck, he lays there thinking, i left my phone in my truck. As soon as he leaves, pumpkin pie left as sweet remeberance for the sex, she smiles and feels warm, cant walk, its a storm. Emotion sweeps in she creeps towards the bed, if only if only she could be dead. After sex feel is lovely and all, but the lost body, has no appeal. Missing him already, smelling him with her musk, she shides away from her room, her body nothing but a empty husk. They fucked, it was good, he'll call tonite, no they wont ever have fights. Emotions arnt for sex so why do you cry.
Loneliness, it makes me want to die
