if there was a line, it's been tongue fucked away

Let's cross a line
tenuous chalk marks on the pavement
scuffed away with your words

You say things like
I shouldn't be telling you this
I feel guilty
I don't want to make things weird
with your boyfriend
but you tell me anyway

And I want to say I'm surprised
you think about me that way
but I'm not
I'm more surprised that you're telling me
though we've been dancing around this
for longer than we want to admit

Your confession
your words
your blatant fuck you
to conventional relationship boundaries
aren't even the weirdest thing happening here

Because I tell my boyfriend
that you've been dreaming about me
and it's a spark
that ends with his head between my legs
while I text you
and he asked me to relay
what you're saying
as he makes my legs tremble
his cock hard against my leg
as I tangle one hand in his hair
and hold your words in the other
and I cum all over his face
with both of you in my mind