I’m always sick, cause I be wanting that dick.
That nice sweet erect cock. The kind you find around da block.  
Hit it from the back, make it extra gushy. “Fuck me, fuck me!” I said as he tried to shush me. I’m getting horny again as we speak. Missing the way he sucked, fucked and stroked me. It was one, then two, three and four. But no matter how many I never closed the door. There were women, there were men and if I could I’d fuck them all over again. Like the pawg who’s husband called as we bumped pussies until from dusk all the way to dawn. She’s still happily married. Don’t worry I’m no home wrecker, but if I could I fuck him too just so he could feel better.  

All the brunches, lunches and dinners the same. After we drank and smoked each time I came. The shopping, the movie nights, road-trips and fun. Most of its a blur like a hangover that just begun.