You Know I Am Sick

You know I am sick when I don’t harass you for sex.

When I don’t hold your cock before I go to sleep, you know I am sick.

When my twisted little thoughts just don’t work the way they should

I ignored what I would normally bounce upon just because you knew I would.

I am tired of feeling this way babe and I wonder if you’re tired of it too

Don’t give up hope in me though, my inner pervert is wanting to come through

Once I am over this infection, you will be covered in my affection.

But until then, you know I am sick.

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