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

You fuck like an art form  
Iíll never be on the other side of  
I havenít been touched with passion  
since I was eighteen  
and Iím 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 girlsí underwear  
with just the content of your words  
Iíve never had the knack  
And I donít believe in love  
not when Iíve 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 itís 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  
Iíll 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
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 31st Mar 2015
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