Why do you continue with this, can't you just leave this, like the make up on the dresser, last night could've never been sweeter, but Im in tuned with my conscious now, no more wine in my system now, I puff and blow the smoke through my nose, as you put on your clothes, demeanor has me froze, showing me the cold elbow, just pay attention to your feelings now, yes last night was great, inside the ego inflates, blows up every situation, discussing this will only bring precipitation, and I don't want to get wet, so lets just forget, make up stains on the pillow sheets, moving and gliding, hips are quite inspiring, like an automatic gun firing, the animal in me burning of the desiring, moving close, you must find it weird that my beard grazing your inner ear, have no fear, just stay near, and be clear that we are not a couple, we know we just want it for the rumble, the tangle, while we tango, our eyes speak of such lust that after the sex, it just feels like disgust, like old pipes the rust scales, and once we are done with the games, we both part our separate ways, just to reunite the next day, lay together we spray, infectious love and lust mixed in one cocktail, but we sail to the distant waters, not caring about tomorrow, just staring at my ceiling now