Play along

I know you think about me when you have an orgasm.

I know it is much easier for you to let go when it is I who is on your mind. Even your partner comments on those sexual performances of yours.

But when I see you with the others, you pretend.

You pretend that you are not weak in the knees. You pretend that you didn't almost say my name while you were fucking your significant other. Again.

But I know.

I see it. And I play along. Willingly.

Because as long as you keep letting me fuck you any which way I want then I can care less about the show we put on for everybody else.

For you, I play along.