Got RSI from too much self service
Can’t look at your face you make me too nervous
You might see
What I think about you
The original sin
That I want to do
Me on my knees
Then me on my back
Put it in move it round
Yeah you got the knack
Ninety nine change hands can’t take a little break
Got fantasies of you, dreams I just can’t shake
You on your knees
Then you on your back
Ride you cowgirl style
Orgasm’s right on track
Don’t close your eyes
I want you to see
The way I come apart
When you come inside of me
Got RSI from playing on my own
Too much self service since you left me here alone
October 11, 2016 at 11:07 pm
I ilke the sensual erotism here, and sad resignation of the plea, the sweet complain demanding more attention… too much self service becomes harmful.
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October 11, 2016 at 11:14 pm
Thank you for enjoying it, it comes from the heart today. Additional sad fact, I really do have RSI, not (entirely) from self service though 😀
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October 11, 2016 at 11:19 pm
I’m so sorry to hear do you have RSI, and, sadly, not (only) from self service. I hope it heals soon 🙂
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October 12, 2016 at 6:59 am
Great poem!😄
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October 12, 2016 at 1:48 pm
Thank you 😀
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