It’s like you’re waiting in the corner.
Waiting for me to finish my dinner so you get some leftovers.
I mean, honestly.
Do you really wanna fuck every guy I’ve been with?
Are you doing it on purpose or is Lebanon running out of men?
Does it please you to be with someone I was with? To love someone I loved? To care about someone I cared about?
Could it be that you snatch my exes after I’m done with them just cause you want a taste of me?
I don’t blame you. That bed you’re sleeping in now…I was there for months.
My curly hair’s still on the pillow, my cum stains are on the sheets, my saliva’s on his lips.
So how do I taste, bro?
How do I fucking taste?