You fuck like a married man I told him -
he crawled up on top of me like it was his duty.
I'm not your wife
I reminded him
and he felt pretty bad
and confessed
what I already knew the minute
he forgot to caress my breasts.
I'm a young woman
full of hope
about love
He's in his mid-thirties
a preacher against this and that
but I know he's just sad that its
never happened to him
the way its gonna happen for me.
You fuck like a married man I
laughed this time

and then i let him do

it again.


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