Soft Skin

We wanted to wear you

Like a sheepskin condom, against the skin

So we hatched a plan, whilst drifting between swipes

To meet you, to see you

And you came with us

On a Saturday night, to the bar

You talked with us, bashfully, playing 

And you thought we were eccentric, exceptional

So you came home with us

And I... worked you 

I worked you until all you breathed were sighs to my bedroom ceiling

Wonderfully waiting, for him to come by

From the side of my mind

He slipped on by, you not noticing

The switch.

He tore into you.

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And I watched.

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We dumped what we didn't need

And stitched together soft skin

We wore you like a condom

And got to swiping again