blue dreams

all the female bodies you’ve fucked

they keep stacking up

in my head

oh, what a shame

that you left them there

with the greatest contempt

with their husbands pining away

on their double wooden beds

what do you have

that I should strive for the same?

nothing, nothing at all

I never dreamed of you in all my lonely nights

your physique

was never within my dreams

I like it hard and you made it soft

slowly removing it and then it was all gone

and all my foreplay appeared futile

I often wondered

why did I let myself to listen

your dirty confessions

that in reality

they were repulsive to me

every time I wanted to spend time in bed

this gentlest feeling was gone, inevitable to be reimagined

among these lights in blue

obscuring every vivid view

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