woke up this morning seeing clips
stale taste of sex on my lips
just a few more lusty sips
listening to the lines and scripts
trying to remember the feel of his hips
exploring the swells and dips
reliving the sin feels like whips
his eyes on me as he watched me strip
each layer of clothing slips
and with each thrust my breath rips
from my lungs with a heartbeat, slips,
white knuckled headboard grips
in the sweat passion drips
look around desperate the room tips
the needle on the record skips
i'm losing the game you have my chips
bottoming out starting to trip
alas,
pretty boys sink ships