Friends of Passion

Our first meeting was one of desire,

Full of lust,

Kisses with fire.

He told me from the very beginning,

"It's not love, so let's not pretend."

It wasn't at first,

But my love grew.

He was funny and sweet,

When he wanted to be.

He was very sarcastic and witty and sharp.

He loved to make jokes and say things with a certain amount of snark.

He like to tease and play little games,

He could be mean in such a fun way.

I don't know when

My thoughts grew affectionate,

A few months in

Despite our lustful intentions.

I couldn't tell him

That he took my heart,

He would try and protect me

And then he'd depart.

I knew from the very start

He wouldn't be mine,

His eyes were on another girl

She wasn't that fine.

I was too late

To steal him away.

I tried and I tried

For months, filled with pain.

I wouldn't let him know,

I couldn't, he'd go.

I would always be his very best friend,

He loved me and I guess it was enough then.

As long as I got him,

Even for a few moments, to myself.

Where his mind and body was mine and mine alone.

I was content to lay beneath him,

But love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.