composing a brand new blank

It's striking in composition, it's absolutely sterile and insipid.
the vapour trail of you and me.

Pour the words in my ears, make a fake promise or two and I will jerk you off
off out of your system, off my radar, your bullshit stays.

but then there are the days that I feel slightly touched by the tiny little actions that I read so much into.

cumming over and over and over again.
I want to release the unleashed. it's coming so fast , long time going,
I will cum on you on a splash
.
.
.
and wash your bullshit away, as if it had never happened.