Just Friends

She wonders, how soon before he shoots me a text, because you know dudes never call after sex. It's a mess, but it's not something I regret. Sparks fly like microwaved metal or fallen power lines you either grow and ignite or flicker and die.

He wonders if he can hit it again while keeping her as just a friend, let's not pretend we didn't know what this was, we both know it was just lust and that's not a bad thing because I said it before the first touch, "I don't want to much, just good vibes and a good time" and he wasn't lying but an intimate touch is creating another horcrux, a piece of her soul is taken and gifted with kisses. Even if she knows what it is... It's hard to fight feelings against intimate kisses.

He unintentionally steals hearts, he wields a silver tongue and honest lungs so every time he speaks his voice carries enough weight to make her believe, make her believe that this can work, that she won't end up hurt, she won't fail for someone who doesn't want anything at all and yet that's what she gives because his pressureless presence relaxes her guard, my God...

"I'm too sensitive and I'm to intimate, I just a want her to be comfortable", but comfort creates a place where feelings ultimately grow but end up going to waste and I can't promise her anything but give her everything , security, intimacy, love making, and cuddle sessions and treat her better than her exes or the next ever will and not expect the backlash to come my way, a false sense of security even though we know it's temporary, she'll acknowledge its only a moment but still get caught up in the feelings that come with it and long for it even after its long gone, it's like leading her on by saying what you don't want and then giving her it all like you just want to rent her time with no intentions to buy, now who the hell am I to be mad when she falls head over heels when all I've done is give her the perfect guy.