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Ephemera

Absquatulate

It's getting late in the evening
And I must leave you now
But you'll pull me by my hand
And beg me to stay
I have an early morning
I must leave you now
But you'll pull me by my shirt
And kiss me to stay

And your lips are so soft
So convincing
So wet
And your teeth are so fine
So sharp
Feeling them on my neck like this

Darling, I must stay
I must have my way with you
I must do what I want to you
So I'll push you down
You're on your stomach now
Darling, I must stay
I must leave my mark on you

The moon is out now
Our clothes are off now
I'm down on you now
My hands are wrapped
Around your legs now
You're screaming my name now
You're begging for more now
You're begging me not to stop
Begging for pleasure now

Our hands are everywhere
Your chest, your thighs
Your hips that never lie
My neck, my back
Grappling on to me
Never letting go
And now you're pinned down
And now I'm on top
And now you're subject to me

And now it's late
Now it's hours later
Now it's the next day
Now we're both tired
Darling, I must leave you
But I can leave you in the morning

You've already fallen asleep on my chest
You've already fallen asleep in my arms
It's like second nature to you
Have we done this before?
I kiss your forehead goodnight
I put my phone away
But before I know it, you're awake again

You've already woken up from my chest
You've already woken up from your rest
You cup my cheek, I wrap my arm around you
Darling, I had to leave you
But your body
And the comforting aftermath
It's all so convincing

Now I'm asleep on your chest
Now I'm asleep in your arms
And you're reading a book on your phone
I was so tired, but I could read the title:

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