if your reality was more than my fantasy, this would be more fun

You fuck like an art form  
I’ll never be on the other side of  
 
I haven’t been touched with passion  
since I was eighteen  
and I’m almost content to live
vicariously through your  
fuck buddy sexcapades  
 
And I envy the way your tongue  
slips through the atmosphere  
and into some other girls’ underwear  
with just the content of your words  
 
I’ve never had the knack  
 
And I don’t believe in love  
not when I’ve learnt
to make loneliness look like  
the kind of art you can hang  
on your bedroom wall  
a voyeur to the visions you paint
in the kinky version of kiss and tell  
 
Because it’s not like I want you  
in my bed  
I just want to taste more than  
one handed fantasies played out  
in the middle of the night  
when no one is awake to hear  
the way I cum  
 
You fuck like an art form  
I’ll never be on the other side of  
 
And on lonely nights like this one  
I wish I was you  
fucking the freaky girl  
that ripped out your earring  
and made you cum so hard  
it was worth sharing about  
 
© Indie Adams 2015