Walking home,
the woman follows
100 paces behind me.
Not to be seen together.
I'm undressed before the top of the stairs.
before she's reached my door.
Taking her by the hair
i lead her to a fuck without feeling.
My room ,my mattress.
A protest to care,be gentle,be kind,
but my head is buried
before her jeans have hit the ground.
A tangled mess round tied ankles,
and football tits like double punchballs,
bouncing around.
Mattress moving
accusing girlfriend
knickers found behind the sink
semi limp
too drunk to think to care
too drunk to think to care
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