When was the last time that I got laid
I think it was the last time that I got paid,
It all escalated from a simple kiss on my neck
Of course, after I showed her my current paycheck.
When was the last time that she was frisky and intimate
Probably was when I bragged on her boobs and her butt,
And the last time that she wore that fragrant scent
Was after I gave her an expensive present.
When was the last time that I had a home cooked dinner
It was when she called me her handsome bread winner,
And the last time that I remember that she wanted sex
It was when and then, I complained about my ex.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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