I’m remembering that time that you slammed me up against the wall
a frenzied onslaught of lustful desperation needing to be on top of me, inside me and all I could think was fuck, fuck, fuck I need this I need you to need this too but you actually slammed me up against the door and the handle crushed against my back as I feel to the ground like I’d just been shot You apologised I cried You left I took painkillers and went to bed alone And now I see you across the restaurant with that sexy, leggy, blonde but you’re not listening to a word she says as your eyes won’t leave mine and my playful smile tells you that I’m reminiscing over our mishap and your smirk tells me that you’re thinking about it too Round two?
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