A long hard grind, a well-worn day
I came home early to surprise my bae
In my hand was his favourite whiskey
But he was in bed with a girl, getting frisky
Ice on my nipples never felt so frigid
As the image pouring down my throat
Never had an orgasm blanked me out
As the acrid sight of his thing in her mouth
They caught me staring expressionless
At their forbidden ecstasy
Ah, my boyfriend, that wretch,
Still thought he could placate me
I placed that wheatish liquid
On our bedside table
And left his room, his house, his life
As soon as I was stable