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His Dark Thoughts

He gripped his member firmly
and pulled so hard it hurt.
He knew he couldn't have her
So he stuck it in the dirt.

His thoughts were only of himself
and not how she could feel.
The selfish bastard was whining
as she tried to make it real.

"It's not about the sex" he said
"It's your friendship I hold dear."
And all the time he's thinking
maybe I'll stick it in her rear.
Written by beaker_of_time (Howard Reid)
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