another night has passed me by
another boy to write about in ink
this stories not unique although
we did **** on the bathroom sink
as for talking we did none of that
just locked eyes until we knew
that within the next few moments
you were for me and I was for you
hand wrapped around my neck
forcing me to beg and pled for air
hand caressing down my back
reaching to the end to pull my hair
your lips kissing me slow then fast
as if they taunted me like a dare
and those ******* wide eyes
made me weaker with each stare
when I finally came to my senses
get dressed and lit my cigarette
your eyes no longer matched mine
instead they filled quick with regret
I knew then this night would pass
you'd be the boy I write about in ink
because I never got the courage
to ask you what you really think