I called him over
Not for the usual talking
The normal anything
I wanted to do something brand new
I thought of him today of all days
The way we have spent time and nothing would strike
The procrastination that's always seem to delay the relevant
I couldn't understand it until this very moment
I finally knew his purpose to me
He couldn't be identified as a friend
Not even as a best friend
I couldn't even call him the boo or lover
Why not lover....cause we are not in love to claim such a name
So I had the options of him before
I had the power of him before
And it all started with a simple text and not a call
I have the power of so much he has now given me
The rights to his instrument is not mine alone
But for a few hours he is dedicated and devoted to this body
I have nothing to complain about
For he is not mine and I not his
I wait for a while
Prepare my body to his liking
He does as I request
Even now he does it on a routine basis
I tell him nothing
He follows on a memory
Something embedded in him
Like instinct takes over when the text/call is known
Even when he sees my number
An answer is not needed
A knock on my door is the first and last response
I do not complain
Our bodies meshed together
In a short period of time
Breaking the barriers of life's destructive criticism
The release surpasses the average markers
The over welling world crumbles as clothing is dropped away
The way this bed is used, abused, misused almost not needed
This is the level we have upgraded to
The time the door opens beginning the venture long awaited
Schedules compromised....no worries
Have me for lunch
Time is against me....no worries
He sexts me for hours
Hornier I become
Does drive bys on my breaks
The tiny samples given
The hard forced strokes to get me to a point fire burst wrath
He destroys all anxieties that my shift/bosses have to offer
And all on my 15
This is our roles.....all begins with a call
Hello....;-)
