I never loved that man

I never love him but yet I open my legs and let him crawl inside of me.
He explored my temple something that I have yet to explore myself.
That man took my purity my innocence and I let him run.
and apparently he fell because he was on his knees at my thighs creeping his way back to me.
I never love this man or any of the others ones.
I don't even know their names and they never asked me mines.
and by the time the Sun rises the bath salts soaking underneath my bottom with the dirt from that man I never loved disappears.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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