You let me lay upon your supple breast
While she laid on mine
You let me sample all your fruit
While I pour her all my wine
You help her down off of my bed
That she involuntarily climbed
You tell me it will all be fine
That I must exit the brine
So I pound my chest and get undressed,
hide the meal under the wheels
off my errant bed so dead
Now I have no place to sleep,
with no food I weep
And contort these limbs
so I can't compete
with what will never be mine
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