CYBERHOMOSEX

Im just tryna find some time
Tryna line my stars without getting hit by cars
That i can't drive at night or alone
I just sit at home wishing i could
Bone every guy that i see online
Cos if he’s fine then he’s fine
And also will not be mine
I draw the line i got work to get
But instead i stay on the internet when
I should med myself into not being fed
To increase my chances of getting head
From cute teenage boys and rich old men
Who like to spend all of their cred
On getting slutty twinks into their beds
Or their dungeons in the woods
Where they take little boys for good
And when he tells me that i should take my hood off
I’ll fantasize about how i wish he would stop
Talking about all the things that could not
Ever compare to me but he’s a good top
Ten contender for me
My head is so foggy cos he
Bangs it on the bedpost when he’s
All the way inside me

I think that i should be in his place
Because i really dont wanna play
If i’m not winning this powergame
Feel his tongue go right up in flames

I drink his cum and taste all the shame
Can you blame him when you think about why he came
Skullfucked to death take the brain
Like he takes dick sucks it down champagne
Cos even though he feels the pain he likes to feign a smile for me
Faggot in denial bleeding out and he is so horny
Rinse him off and put him back on the shelf til morning
Take him down and he adores me
Keep him there until he’s boring
Find a new one and ignore him