woke up this morning seeing clips



stale taste of *** on my lips



just a few more ***** 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 ****** 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