The Boy

There goes the boy.
The boy that arose all the parts of me that i thought was dead ,riding my rythm,  with musical sounds on the bed.
kisses my neck and my  back and not too soft not hard he gave my perky little ass a slap.
Like a newborn he found the breast and nippled on them as if he gained nutrients.
With magical fingers he turned on my pipe
and gave me a banana which wasnt ripe.
He grips my throat and gazed in my eyes and for a second i was willing to die.

 he spoke to me as as if making a demand and in this moment it was yes to every question
Do you want me? I was like yes
Should i go deep? I was like yees
Can you feel it baby ? I was like yeeees
With every stroke, every choke, every hair on my body awoke, and just like a mother when giving birth i felt as if my water just broke.
After all that pushing he pulled out my after birth and behold a new me came to earth.
He runs his fingers through my hair no hard thugging no hard pull but at this moment i feel him calling out my inner bull.
Not every story has an happy end and after all a that passion he is still just my friend , we can talk about almost anything but i can never get too attached to a fling.
We both have ties and our obligations and somtimes its so hard to hold back our crazy emotions, but after all thats said and done we both have to go our seperate homes.