Seven little words he wrote to me.
Seven little things done so blatantly.
All my pain was have written on the paper.
Seven little words were all that were that mattered.
Thousands of words I have given to him
Poems, laughs, lots of naughty things.
Seven little nothings came back to me.
That was all that was left of him to me
Tens of orgasms I gave to myself.
My lonely old vibrator on the shelf.
See, I needed nothing else but to think of him.
Tell him it’s ok, the nun has stopped her sin.
Seven little strokes was all that it took.
Seven casual words and my world was shook.
What did I really expect would it take
For the nun’s pious heart to finally break
Thank you I so understand.
With that you’re no longer my man.
Seven little words
And her world is done.
