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Shafted.
I would like to make love in an elevator.
You can press every button as I
Watch those doors close while I
Feel my own open
The rush of your hands on my hips and
The friction my shirt feels against yours
Takes my mind off of how harsh those
Overhead lights are on my skin tone
I wouldn't mind riding up and down all night with you
At least, of course, until
someone decides he or
she has the urge to use
the bathroom found on
floor number five.
And I wonder.
I wonder if I'll hear the
clink of the cuffs over the desperation of your orgasm.
...well I think it's funny. No, yes?
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