I slept with myself
and woke up without her.
Don't get me wrong,
the pleasure was intense
and she performed precisely,
but I had to leave me:
it was late; she was drunk
and we both felt lonely.
There was no other option,
she would have expected a call...
that would never come,
and forever hate me
because I'll never make it and,
even if I did,
there is no way she'd ever answer it.
Yuck, sexual politics.
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