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Sex With You (The Raconteur)


I can't possibly deny the fact that,
Sex with you,
Is the best I've had thus far.
Haven't had much of it these days,
Switched priorities!
I Seldom reminisce about some naughty moments of you and your fuck me face,
Maybe this is the only way I can keep you running through my mind on a canal loop.

I can't arguably deny that you were ideal enough to kickstart things with,
But a peek over your shoulders and I see your dirts.
And when we needed ironing issues out with a million things to say,
We then become loud in silence and leave it up to the sex to resolve it all.
At least it did resolve things until the same issues came up.

I can't arguably deny that I was naive with my decision making and let a couple of words from other people get to my head.
The only thing that changed about me is change,
And looking back on those days, I'd probably make a different decision right now,
I guess I've really killed some part of the boy I once familiarized myself with,
To a benign man who has had a change in focus, in grooming the man to be exceptional.

I still wouldn't blame me for the misfortunes,
The simple truth they say that sets you free was all I wanted to hear,
Though I knew the truth but you felt comfortable in a lie and that dashed my hopes on us.
Boohoo! Jokes was on you.

I'm really gladden with your recent milestone,
It's been refreshen talking to you lately.
Too far apart but we still find a way running through each other's mind.
Pleased to have lit up your soul.
The melanin on your skin as your body moulds in beauty, 
Defying some odds of beautiful,
It's no reason when we're around,
I try to drive your body passionately like my dream car.

I can't possibly deny the fact that,
Sex with you,
Is the best I've had thus far.

I wrote you this symphony to ease off titillating thoughts when next you remember me.

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