Apparently, some things are illegal…
That was one lazy Sunday. One lazy fuck. Except for the ending.
You may consider this poem as an instruction manual.
A threesome. Not the threesome she had in mind.
It’s hard to look sometimes. Even when she says: “Look at me.”
Getting into the right mood is different for everyone…
Oh, I just forgot what it was all about. The quarrel we were having.
Don’t stop. Go on! Please, go on!
This is for all of you who need this.
Sometimes a threesome is the only option. The best option.