Not Just A Blowjob

Kiss me first
You say
Dragging me up
Your body
From your cock
To your lips

Your mouth on mine
Is not greedy
Or rushed.
It is just you
Kissing me.

You make this feel
Romantic,
I say.
We can’t be
Romantic?
You ask.
It scares me,
I say.

Why?
You ask and
Hold me tightly
Against you,
I’d never hurt you.
You’re safer with me
Than anyone.

I know, I say,
And think to myself,
That’s what scares me.

And I slide
Back down your body
Spit on your cock
Suck it down
My throat
Swirl you
With my tongue
Twist you
With my hand
And fuck you
With my mouth.

You guide me
With dirty talk
And sweet talk
And your hands
In my hair.
You come
In my mouth.
I crawl back
Up your body.
We kiss again.

Let me be
Your big spoon,
You say,
And we
Curl up
Under the covers
I fit perfectly
Against you.

And then
As I hear your breaths
Shift into a
Relaxed
Sleepy rhythm
I start to
Think...

There is such
A huge difference
Between fucking
And making love.

Between being
On a bed
And
In a bed.

Lately,
We get
In my bed
Not just
On my bed
And this small thing
Means much more
Than I want it to

And usually
You say,
While looking at
My body,
I would
Fuck you
Every day.

Tonight
You said,
While looking
Into my eyes,
I would
Make love
With you
Every day.

And as we
Fall asleep
Tangled together
In my bed
Under the covers
Naked and safe
I am terrified

Because
I’m not sure
If you’ve noticed
We are not just
Fucking
On my bed
Anymore.