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She had on some suede boots 

Velvet skirt with a gold zipper 

I ripped her shirt off 

I love it when you’re on top 

I think I’m the best 

You’re the first to disagree 

I’m the first to point out 

You rarely say what you mean 

Empty bottles and forgotten fights 

A few dishes in the sink 

I’m going to pop you open on the kitchen counter 

I’m going to fuck you here 

You can fuck me there 

I’m the breeze on a hot day 

I’m the sun behind the clouds 

When the rain goes away 

You’re the world I inhabit 

My lips on yours 

Shut up and 

Every 

Single 

Time

It just keeps getting better