D4-What I'Ve Gotten Myself Into, and Out Of
Inside friends but more
Everyone knows I’m beyond
A friend or tinder whore
Hitting spots you love and cuddling up
We pretend that it’s just touch
Time spent isn’t much; strange to think.
Listening to Frank Ocean
Told me not to show emotion
We’ve been doing this for months
It’s beyond the sex
But you do it best
Situation is a mess
Even so I’m truly vexed.
I look up to you (literally)
I volunteer I want you
To show me what to do
Won’t work for free
Did that as a teen
But where have you been
My whole life
Let me down twice
Third times the charm
I’ve learned it’s beyond
The sex and the second time
We’ll do it right this time
You brought me back
To rub your back
And gave me back that feeling
I would spend
The rest of my days exploring you.
I see you in everything.
Real life, in my dreams.
Am I exploring life for you?
Are you my muse?
Is that a problem?
I’m going to make more cookies.
You don’t know that.
Didn’t ask.
Want to share?
I know you like them.
Those are facts.
No emotion there.
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