You, Him, Me and Us

Author’s note:
Yes, I know, its a long one
I considered submitting it as four separate poems
But it feels like it belongs together
As some things just do 💜

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I.
You walked in the door
while I was on the phone
with her and
getting ready
for him.
I pointed to the phone and
put my finger to my lips.
There are some things
she does not need
to hear.
You smiled and
reached for me.
I let you run your hands
all over my body
while I chatted
with her.
I hung up
and gave you
my full attention,
allowing you to
warm me up
for my date.
You only stayed
a few minutes.
You only ruined my lipstick
a little bit.
And I could blame my hair
on the weather.
You told me
you loved me
twice.
Even barely touching me
you got hard
for me.
Then you put my hand
over your cock and said
Look what you do to me.
And I said
Save it for me.
This is mine.
And you said
Are you going to tell me
everything
you do with him?
And I said yes.
And you said
Good girl.
When you left
I fixed my makeup
and touched up my hair
and got ready to leave
to go to him
knowing
the best part of my night
had already
happened.

II.
I walked in the door
To his house
He smiled
Kissed me
Told me I looked beautiful
Made me a drink
We chatted
Left for dinner
A real date
At a lovely restaurant
With people all around
And pictures taken and shared
He asked if he could
Go down on me
When we got back to his house
I said do you want to
He said I would love to
We left the restaurant
Held hands in the car
Back at his house
Straight to the bedroom
And within seconds
My pants were off
And his mouth
Was between my legs
It was nice
To not have to rush
We played for a couple hours
Then cuddled under the covers
He wanted me to stay
I left

III.
back home
in my bed
my fingers
softly stroking
places where his mouth
and your mouth
have been
in my mind I am
comparing
techniques
styles
skills
he does some things
very differently than you
certainly not better
but fun in a different way
he catches me
by surprise
often
there is no rush
no worries about
getting caught
everything is new
but you
know my body and mind
you make me crazy
just being near me
I always want
to touch you
be touched by you
you are worth
the wait
the risks
with him
I have to concentrate
on doing things
the way he likes
and not the way
you and I like
with you
the way we
touch
is natural
easy
effortless
what we do
just fucking works
I thought about this
as I stroked myself
and when my body
tightened
tremored
released
it was your face
in my mind
your name
gasping
through my lips.
it was you
I wanted
in my bed
touching me
it was you
not him
never him
it is
always
you

IV.
We are in my room
on my bed
in the semi darkness.
I’m on my back.
You’re straddling my hips,
holding me down by my wrists.
Tell me,
you say, and
nervously
I begin to tell you
about my date
with him.
You encourage me
with kisses
and touches
and noises.
Keep going,
you say
when I pause.
Tell me.
Oh and I do.
I tell you more.
And you touch me more.
And you kiss me more.
And when you
slide your hand
between my legs
I sigh
knowing that
you’re going to find me
wet
and I’m not sure
if I’m embarrassed
or excited
for you to know
how much
telling you about
fucking him
is turning me on.
You look me in the eye
slip a finger inside me
and you say
tell me
you love me
And with my next breath
I say
I love you.
Tell me again you say
your voice rougher
your hands rougher
kissing the words
into my mouth
onto my tongue.
Tell me you love me.
And my I love you
mixes with your
I love you too
as our mouths crash together
our bodies crash together
our hearts crash together.
You know
I might fuck him too.
And I know
you might love her too.
But we know
I will
always
love
only
you.