Source:
Adults
Author:
Tanya Withers
Title:
Man of the match
I'd imagined that we would take our positions And play, for say, five minutes each side. Your seductive warm-up routine had led To this agile notion of bed, in my (not too) gullible head Bravado and beers, hugging, and tears. Spirits lifted, my God, you English are gifted At setting the scene. You know what I mean. My heart was pounding, until that resounding Din.
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh I give in.
You became a new man, with the attention span Of a flea. New blood to suck you see. Arms folded. Me - scolded - for speaking! This sacrilegious anthem had you glued to the screen. I wouldn't have believed it. How very obscene.
Three minutes to off, and I'm off you! Go play with your man of the match.
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