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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Adult >> ID #172233  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
The Honeymoon Is Over
hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...
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The Honeymoon Is Over

What am I now, hon?
Cold leftover to be wasted
Once turned on and tartly tasted?
Do I no longer merit mating,
Tits no longer titillating?
Are my mysteries no more,
That you'd rather roll and snore?
So .. be .. it.
You'll discover in the morning, maybe
I am not a sure thing, baby.

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