Texting Games

What is this that we're playing at here
Even the lowest of the low can see his star's light clear
While we play peek a boo and dare each other to sign in on site
Suffer through the urge to just pop over in the middle of the night

Would I be welcome, or would I see something that I don't want to see
Would I learn something that I don't want to know, that there could never be a you and me
While lying here imagining you lying there with a t-shirt on and no underwear
On your phone or pad, with your fingers twirling the tips of your hair

You smile to yourself as you think of sweet and witty remarks
As I sit here waiting for a reply, twittering my fingers in the dark
I realize that your interest are great and that there are many pursuers
I simply think that I'm the only that doesn't just want to do her

Boo, I simply think that you're so much more than a roll in the hay
But if that is all you want or need, just let me know, we can always play
Just bless me with a late night key, rendezvous scheduled between twelve and three
The sex slamming but low key, since we could never be anything other than you and me

What could had been has taken a back seat, or the very back of the shelf
We must now both admit that we were always about the sex since that's all left
With so many messages sent, leading to so many poems posted
While I was just entertainment, he was the one that you loved the most

So if we both know that he has that special place within your heart
What is this game that we're playing at so that I know my part
So that I don't loose hours upon hours waiting on any type of a reply
Maybe to a text sent earlier, asking can I stop by