He Loves Me…


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not (I wish he loved me not at all, instead of such a lot).


He starts with gentle stroking as my senses start to wake. I push him away calmly, but he won’t give me a break.


His clinginess annoys me every morning when I rise; he caresses my proportions with his length against my thighs.


The more I try to hold him back, the more I’m open to attack. He really has a canny knack of gravitating to me; I can’t contain a hasty smack (where is his sense of privacy?).


It’s getting suffocating, unrelentingly frustrating, how can unrequited love arouse such vehement hating?


I’m hard on him, it’s true, I know, whereas he loves me head to toe…


Got to chuck him, that’s for certain…


Stupid f****** shower curtain.

 
Sticky shower curtain: j'aime pas
 

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