Fuck me and Fuck you

Fuck me, Oh you like that,
And you know I like to fuck you.
I’m here, just your waiting,
Dependant weekly screw.

I’m good at that I know,
Waiting each week for your one call,
But you know, I want more,
But no, I don’t want it all.

Not your dirty washing on my floor,
Not your pots in my sink,
So take a minute next time you cum around me,
And have a little think.

I like our casualness,
And my freedom from you all the time,
But functional sexual emptying,
Can’t be the bottom line.

I need to know you think of me,
Other times, on other days,
Need to know I’m blended,
In to your weekly busy haze.

Want to know at times I distract you,
From what work’s ahead,
Know that mid week you think of me,
Not just at the weekend while giving head.

I won’t be too demanding,
Being here all the time would end up crushing me.
So I guess there is an emptiness,
In my selfish attention plea.

Do I know how much I want you,
Do I hell, It’s a scary thing,
And lets be sure, when your laid below me,
We aren’t looking at a wedding ring.

But for that moment, when you cum for me,
Or we lay in the after glow,
For that few minutes arm in arm,
I don’t want to let you go.

But after when you’re gone,
And I get on with the things around this place,
I can easily forget your actions,
And your post orgasmic face.