Cheater

Why don't I trust you? You ask. Because our trust is always broken by your lust. Your need and desire to bust...a...ah let me hush. You claim to be so true. But every time we're through, you do what you do. Go wash up, not wipe off, but wash up cause that's what cheaters do. I know when you leave them and come to me, you do that too. Must hide the evidence, or blow your cover from that scent. The aroma left behind, after some hot and sweaty bump and grind. –L’ Mo