i walk into your room after you, but you're walking in and out, slowly picking up stuff and cleaning your mess from the night before..
I have my arm propped up to keep myself sitting upwards while I'm laying in your bed. You go and sit at your desk with your computer in front. This is how I remember us the most. Me laying in your bed with my phone in hand. You a foot in front of me, sitting at that large screen and typing away at your computer.
Most of my memories of us aren't at a beach, traveling somewhere in a car, spending time in different cultured restaurants. It's us in your bedroom. You playing WoW while I wonder why you don't wanna kiss me. Us laying in bed together before we fall asleep, lights out, netflix on. I'm laying on the inside since you hate being pushed against the wall. Catching you watch me as I watch tv. You just laid there and would stare at my face. Study it until we both closed our eyes.
Now I'm back out of the memories and sitting in reality. There you are, turning around and glancing at me on your bed. I'm slowly eating a banana because I forgot to eat today. You smile and slowly pull yourself out of your chair to make your way towards me. You squeeze your body beside mine since I'm laying close to the edge. You start to rub your shaved head against my arm and torso. I know this routine. I know what you're doing...
Earlier this morning to made me promise to take it slow and treat everything like we are "just friends". It's been almost 5 months since our break up and we still sing this same song every week. It didn't matter if we dated, lived together or shared first emotions.. or if you told me you loved me, or cried for me to stay with you forever when we fought. You told me you didn't love me anymore. You were over whatever emotion you were going through and you wanted to touch/fuck/see other girls. I accepted this agreement and headed over to hang out like we planned.
I start to smile, watching you give me those eyes, watching your hands travel against my thigh and hips. I know what the doggy wants. I know what this little evil man is craving. And I simply do nothing but let you take it. I let you beg and plead and promise false promises. I smile and show you exactly what you would dream of. We both last about an hour. The longest and best fuck we might've ever had between us. You immediately start to kiss me all over and I lay naked in your arms. I watch as you caress my back down to my butt cheek. I give myself a little mental pat on the back. As I notice you are in and out of your cat nap of exhaustion, you still manage to give yourself enough push to slowly reach your face to kiss my shoulders.
And as I lay there, enjoying every moment, it hits me.. fucking shit, here we are again..
