Titties

We connected hard, we connected deep. We'd talk every day, I'd think about you in my sleep

I'd look out for you, I became quite attached. But a flirty fling just isn't the right match

Life's full of activities, weird kinks and proclivities. I'm quite fond of mammaries, I watch them move with gravity

It's enough to make me want to commit blasphemy.

Christ on a bike!

That I never got your titties in my face. I never got to nuzzle them, a right royal disgrace

My sexual proclivities remain unsatisfied. And I never got your titties in my face

Life is far too short to cultivate regrets. I was not your sexual slave and you were not my pet