Stealthily climbing the secluded backstairs
Pursuing one of my many illicit love affairs
Secret passions fulfilled in sweaty haste
Giving me your tender body to taste
I'm shallow, superficial, and I want it all
Yes, you are but another trophy on my wall
The thrill of the chase gives me a rush
Close your eyes, don't speak...hush
None can get to my cold and calloused heart
Stonewall; the name of my complex body part
We each got what we wanted and now I must run
Still empty inside, I'll return with the next setting sun
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