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Booty Call
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Tributes to Lovers
I used to feel like I was
an object of convenience,
your hit-it-and-quit-it.
I was your booty call
(except I was the one
begging for your company).
You still have a hold on me
(one hand around my throat
and the other between my legs).
I value your opinion too much;
after all, you know my deepest parts
(both literally and figuratively).
I'll perpetually wonder why
you keep reaching out
although I'm married now.
And I'll ignore you at times
(but let's be honest you are
often in the back of my mind).
You own most of my thoughts
and my body has been yours
since that very first night.
My fantasies are always with you;
you wrecked me in the best way,
ruined me for all lovers after you.
I'll need that intense stare
and memories of our passion
to get me turned on, forever.
