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I kissed you last night hoping it would be the last time, 
And here we lay, 
Gazing into eyes filled with passion and hope, 
Light shines through a half torn curtain from last nights bump and grind, 
I think I want you to stay, 
But complications of the rhythm of the heart beat would rather let you go, 
I don’t like you, 
I’m in love, 
I adore you, 
I want to fight you, 
Than fuck you, 
Let me hold you, 
I push you away only to wish you’d move closer, 
Straddle my face, 
Paint my walls when you cum all over the place, 
Be creative like Picasso, 
Moan when I touch your tonsils, 
My tongue is filling every hollow hole you have, 
Looking for something to swallow, 
I am a slave for you, 
I want you to be my master, 
…No! 

Leave, 
May you be lost and never find your way back, 
For when you walk in my direction, my long piping erection takes a stand, 
I lost control just imaging you touching my skin, 
Kissing my lips, 
Feeling my chest, 
I’m starting to drip, 
I am an addict, 
If you stay I’ll never know what unsatisfied feels like, 
If you leave I’ll count the seconds till my next high, 
I say to you, 
This is the last time until the next time, 
I draw the line between us right here, 
Cross it if you you must, 
I will be waiting, 
I am an addict and my self intervention can’t keep you away, 
My addiction is not you…but the bust of a nut. 

Lionel M. Bailey (Lio Mandel)