No glove, no love and I'll think on someone else

I do not care who you are, you do not matter to me, you are one man and then two.
Dicks on fleshy sticks. I just want a fuck.

I'm thinking on somebody else. His dusty and buttery drawl. My anticipation and hope.

I politely say thank you following my bought climax. I open my mouth and refuse to work. I spit effluvium into a trash can and refuse a third.