It’s annoying because I can hear you breathing. But I’m glad because my *** had you screaming.
You’ve left your hand lingering in mine.
It’s been there since about quarter past nine.
I put on Frank Ocean to help me sleep.
But I could never linger that deep.
Because you keep shuffling and moving.
You may be naked but it’s awfully confusing.
Why can’t you just lay there quietly.
But if you did there’d be nothing to inspire me.
Yet another number or should I say lover?
I guess so after what we did under the cover.
I’ll make sure to include what we did in a song.
That way you can look back and hold on.
Because that’s all we’ll have together.
Just a memory to make you wetter.
But as much as you want me to stay.
I think it’s time leave and get on with my day.
My week, my month, my year, my life. Goodnight.

Yours unlovingly

A Boy