when you think of the man
you tried to leave me for
fucking the hell out of his new woman
does it burn your ass?
when you think of him
sitting there
with his dick hard
as the paint brush stick in his hand
painting wondrous pictures of her
does it break your heart?
do you cry
when you imagine
him
kissing
her
and
not
you?
when you think of his balls
pumping thick sperm in spurts
through his canon of a cock
upon her soft slinky skin
mingling in her sweat
like cream into coffee
as his dream comes true
as he covers her with come
is that a nightmare
for you?
do you wish that come
was dripping all over your breast?
do you wish
you could be there
under her
waiting for a drop
to head your way?
you always told me
not to get any on you
and i didnt mean to, but I did