What he doesn't know, can't hurt him..

It all started before he came along,
Why did he have to come along, why did they both hit my heart?
It infuriates me that they know how to tease me,
it beguiles me that they know what they do to me.
Why can't I just choose?
Why do I want both their mouths, their tongues, their cocks?
Why do I adore both their asses?
Why can't they just say what they feel?
Why can't they make all of this turn into something real?

Boneless and spineless, we twist in a tirany of love triangles,
Men on men on men, what shall we face when we talk again?
What shall I face, lover or friend?
What will happen when his hand runs over my cock,
when his mouth sucks and licks my skin,
why do I long for him to open up and let me in?
These feelings, hit me hard, kick me in the balls,
and I still remember that what rises, must fall.

But this dance, so intricate, so complex,
as bodies sway, bend, pant, thrust, move and flex.
Their backs may turn to give me time alone,
but all I really want is to be truly owned.
To taste love in its sticky salty sweetness,
to have it linger on my tongue while I linger in joy,
Linger in the arms of a lover, a friend, a boy.
But will these dellusions really fly, will they sink or swim?
I ask really does what he doesn't know, not hurt him?