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You Came In So Late It Was Morning

   
 

Who wakes me while I'm sleeping,
   
 
 

Mixed innocence and bliss?
   
 

I feel night's fingers creeping
   
 
 

And smile before the kiss.
   
   
   
   
 

You press your weapons in me,
   
 
 

Softly asking for a buck;
   
 

I give you all my money
   
 
 

And then you want to fuck!
   
   
   
   
 

Undress her, gropes my flaming mind,
   
 
 

Words as black as skin;
   
 

"Yes, Sir?" pumps your bare behind.
   
 
 

"Fill her up with sin."