You Always hear me wine about how I haven't been with someone in over a year (which is for the most part 90% true). You probably wonder why I haven't made a play at you yet or just grabbed you by the hand and dragged you back to my room to put a few holes in the dry wall by the couch. Why? Because if I were to do any of that, and you were to go along with it-it'd be something neither of us are ready for. It'd be the filthy vulgar sex you've always wanted, you want dick fuck a porn star, but you want to get fucked the right way- fuck a poet. You haven't been with a poet yet. You've been with posers.
Every guy you get with is just out to use you, and ones who aren't really want to use to their own ends-to tame you. I don't want to tame you. I like you the way you are. If i were to fuck you, you'd find yourself tame, and I'd find myself bored.
I want you my precious pretentious pseudo-slut intellectual, I want you! I want to skin my knees with you from having too many drinks. I want to get into arguments with you, annoy you, bother you, piss you off so much that you find yourself thinking about me at weirdest moments-and hate yourself for it. I want to fight with you so I can have make up sex with you after. I want to wonder where you are. I want to get drunk and bang on classy restaurant windows screaming and pantomiming "My dick been all up in yo' drank nigga." I want fuck you in public. I want to fuck you in Private. I want to fuck you on film and put on porn tube.
And I can't. Do you know why? Because secretly- I hate myself more than you ever could know. I'm not what you need right now and I'm not ready for the emotional roller coaster that would ensue getting involved with you. For now I'll just relish in our time and cigarettes together, and I'll always have one to spare if you'll share with me a story of the night before. I'll be that friend whose always going to laugh with you, ready to trounce the bastard who takes advantage of women in your position. A woman of your status comes home with all sorts of love bites my dear, but if any of them are ever unwanted- gimme a call. I'll have the matter sorted out in a number of hours.
I want to crash all my pieces into you and fuck you silly, and sooner or later I will. But not until the timing is right. For right now I'll medicate my head, and dream i had the courage to call you up here.
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"I want to crash all my pieces into you and fuck you silly, and sooner or later I will."
Pshhh. We'll see about that. I avoid boning friends as much as possible. Definitely never when sober.
PS: I have been with a poet, actually. I dated a poet for a month or so. We were drunk nearly the entire time. It was a very unhealthy relationship.
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