Your Seeds

You said you loved me, You said you cared, But now he's here and you're there. He's touching all the places you used to sew... Your seeds are dying .... My lips are lying... My tears are crying... Where are your hands... Who, who, whose hands are these? Hands cupping my breast... Your lips teasing mine... no Lips grazing my legs, His,tempting me to bend... Throbbing inside my pussy... It's so hot... My body's quaking... I'm slowly waking ... To my right you are softly breathing... I'm still only yours... But I need you to dig deeper Re-sew your seeds... Victory does not go to the sleeper...