おしゃれデパート

The tongue ever turns to the aching tooth.

I felt something bitter when I had his big thing in my mouth.
Unconsciously, feeling nauseated, I endured on the blanket.
What am I doing? I might have loved him, however this act was always the tough job for me.
In the true sense of the word, is he nothing to me now?

After all finishing, while patting me on the head, he said contentedly,
"Next Sunday, how about going shoppin' at a おしゃれデパート?"
"What? You mean it is like 'Marks & Spencer'?"
"No. More fashionable department store. I'll buy something for you, so look forward to it!"
"Yea..."
So what...? But I can't say...

Next day, strange smell is in the air in the train. Moreover it reminds me of that night.
A smell of sperms? Then I feel the stuffiness of the air and am about to throw up.
Trainsick or foreboding?

I think about him in standing the smell.
Certainly I won't go with him.
If I go there, there is nothing I want to get.

Nothing can be done about it, however I don't sing the blues.