By using me for a two minute shag,
you made me feel like a dirty ole hag.
You spent as little as you could inside
you got on and off, like a fairground ride.
My complaint is really not about time
it’s not about having orgasms sublime.
It’s not that you’re premature, tired or weak
or not in the mood any day of the week.
It’s the lack of affection as you turn away
after using my body for your play.
The lack of eye contact, or even a smile
the way I am treated after is vile.
I get the feeling you don’t even like me
let alone love me, you just want to ‘bike’ me.
In future I think I shall just leave the room
so I can avoid the bang and boom.
Surely you’re better off with your hand,
you don’t have to lie to it, I understand
that I’m just a free shag and there was no price
except for my feelings, it just wasn’t nice.
