Ours was a relationship built on trust.
Ours were emotions more than pure lust.
Ours was a passion that was finishing just.
Mine was the burden of that final thrust.

No longer could I continue to love her thrice nightly,
I wanted to try to let her down lightly.

I lay there panting, searching for words,
That were not too clichéd and not too absurd.
She lay beside me, silent and still,
Which made it harder to go in for the kill.

I made conversation, simple, politely,
Thinking of ways to let her down lightly.

I wanted to say how sorry I was,
For the betrayal I'd played, deception and loss,
I wanted to comfort, as cheating words sank in,
But I still didn't know where to begin.

I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly,
I was going to let her down lightly.

'I've been fucking another,' I told her quite quickly,
She sagged in my arms, the feeling was sickly.
I relinquished my grip as my words swiftly hit her,
'All sorts of positions, and right up the shitter.
For over two months we've been de-juicing each other,
In this very bed, me and my lover.
Yesterday was the last time, and I think you will find,
That you're in the damp patch that she left behind.
She's taller, she's tighter, she's blonder, she's better,
When I lick her out, she gets much wetter.
She's sexy and clever and as funny as hell,
And when she goes down, she swallows as well.'

I looked at her now and asked how she was feeling,
But she said nothing, just stared at the ceiling.
She looked deflated, she looked dejected,
Now that she knew that she was rejected.
A weight off my mind, I sighed just slightly,
I was glad I managed to let her down lightly.

I lifted her roughly, her form seemed much thinner,
And squeezed out the air she had left within her.
My actions were brutish, ugly and drastic,
But I did put her outside to recycle her plastic.

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