Don't Be Jealous

I went out
for coffee
with a man
who isn’t you.
That does not
change
the fact that
I want you
near me,
on me,
in me.

I want you
to hold me
by my hair,
drag me
up your body,
kiss me,
and drag me
back down
to your cock.

I want you
to make me
pant and shiver.

I want you
to bite my lips
while your fingers
curl inside me.

I want you
to tie me up
hold me down,
hurt me well
and use me
properly.

Other men
are fine
to fill the
vanilla void
left by the things
that you
do not do
with me.

Other men
are fine
for dates
dinners,
outings.

You are fine
in an entirely
different way.

You are
fucking fine,
my friend with benefits,
my anti-boyfriend,
the one who
does things
not with me
but to me,
the one who
gets me
naked before,
after and between
my dates
with them.

They get coffee
and conversations.
You get kisses
and cunt.
And I get,
between them
and you,
a little bit
of everything
I need.

I kinda feel
bad for
them
They get dates.
You get laid.
You could have
what they get
and what
you get
whenever
you want.
They will
not
ever
get
what I give
to
you.

But until you
can take me
for coffee
to dinner
on vacation,
until you can
give me
more than
stolen moments and
secret sex,
I will take
what you can
give me and
what they can
give me
and pretend
that its
enough.