I'd once again cast my pearls before swine. In other words, my sweet, fresh semen. Cast before an ungrateful pig, one who didn't fully appreciate anything that was so orgasmically given him.
They couldn't be taken back, as they lay there gleaming on his chest, given in genuine love and lust.
He quickly jumped out of bed to dance into his sweatpants, rather than lay in the afterglow, where I'd rather he stay. He was always so quick to walk away.
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