That kind of friend

Lost within the moment, I’m learning so much,

Responding with delight at your slightest touch…

Breathing hard and slow on my naked neck

Taking everything I have left.

 

I don’t mind the friction and I don’t mind the heat,

I can stay in the kitchen if I have what I need…

I don’t mind the laughter and the joking around,

Ready to play from sunset to dawn.

 

Staring at your body, muscled and pale,

Looking godly and I fear I shall fail…

We talk about everything we need to talk about,

And sort it constantly clear and loud.

 

Pulling you quite closer over and over again,

Closing my eyes and playing your game…

Biting you harder without leaving marks at the end

I seem to enjoy being your that kind of friend.

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

ah, the classic 'friends with benefits'.
I have one of those.
Unfortunately it's not a 'no strings attached' type of deal because the only reason I ever started talking to him or agreeing to our 'fooling around' is because I felt more for him. But blah. Enough about me.
This is an interesting poem and I understand the situation well.
This is well written. Not boring at all.
Great write.
-E.R

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Hey friends with benefits is not a bad thing... I really enjoyed you natural expression of hot feelings between to people with no strings attached.