Here Comes Her Lover And He's Gay

When is it fun and a game, or is it her's insane. just to keep milking it. The way, you do it now. Look at your hands. warm and slippery. Yellow and dripping so wet. and ever growing more he is told. You're fevered and glowing. All of your faces are so red. Rejected by him at the prom. and him by all of you. Ruffies put by you, in his milk. He does not drink, what you might think he thought you drank. He is good like milk. And loved by all, by you and by most as he should. She looks at him now. Passed out cold. So how can you now. Why did you, and all your friends. You and the other one she squeezes, the brown paper bag. When one is coming up each flight of stairs the mother's always coming down. And all of you giggle and *sigh.* And all of that spilled milk. Milk all that sweet milk. Looking around you it is every where. It's on your faces, on your hands. Yellow are those blouses you changed and your skirts, are soaked as well. Deep asleep, like a babe. and yes you were them knowing, Now he comes awake again. And you know by now, he's in your grip of pain. And no one seems to care. Here comes a lover, that none of you knew. that a hunk like him like you could be 'gay'. And you didn't know, that all the ones that you want like he are, 'always gay. Feeding him all of those ruffies, like the three of you just did. You have done in the past. like all the ones who, come to school and brag, 'the next day, with out any memory of those nights of the past. While you keep, all of those pictures as proof of your skills. What do all you think of your hot selves now. And even more so vainly now. As he lays on your couch, deep fast in rem sleep. alive in your hands you moving it right now. Here comes, his lover and she is gay.