Laundry Room
You ended our thing today.
Sadly, I felt something when we were intimate.
I wouldn’t ever tell you that.
I’m pretty sure you think I’m a whore.
You say you can’t stop thinking about all the other guys who have touched me.
You say that turns you off.
Ouch.
Damn, I really wanted that New Years kiss.
For what it’s worth, I’m glad I approached you that one night in that dark room.
Thanks for keeping it Real.
(For the most part)
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