Let the Bitches Die

His new-found friends Kept him sweating all night He'll lick and kiss their necks Until they cum down his throat Daylight breaks He wipes the crust from his eyes Takes the bottle out his hand Oh, now he's in demand A thousand messages But not a soul in his bed His shirt and shoes He places them on a shelf By two, he's getting off Reaches for them again Naked limbs A sweating chest It takes more than forethought To keep this heart running I give in It is nothing short