Memoirs of a booty call

It happened again
He did him again and I fell for it again
He did nothing different
I could kick myself for putting myself in that situation
I knew fully what the circumstances would be
He knew he would come, cum and leave
He did just that
I last saw him two months ago
Sheer coincidence
He ended up in my bed
He faded to black and was no more
We had the occassional chat on a social site
Yes I think about him after every encounter we have
I ask myself why
Why do I think about him
He sure as hell is not thinking about me
I think of him because...
Because I let him in
I let him into my space
I share myself with him
I know that all he wants to do is cum
Why does he want to cum with me
Why do I allow him to do this to me
Everytime I let him in I lose a piece of me
I know it is just sex
He just wants to cum
I ask myself why he chooses me to satisfy his sexual desire
Why do I allow him to cum
Why do I allow him to use me
He doesn't hold me
He doesn't kiss me
He just penetrates and rolls over
He says I don't want to be close to him
Why should I be close to him
I know the drill
I am a sensitive person
I have to front like I am tough and I don't give a damn
whatever is clever?
I am slowly deteriorating
I hate how I feel everytime he walks out the door
He leaves me with questions
When will he call again
Will I play pretend again
Why did you come
The latter is a silly question because I already know the answer
He wanted to cum
BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY all around
I don't blame him
I allowed this to happen
He calls at the crack of dawn, drunk as a skunk, smelling like a brewery
Cum, snore, fart
Very exciting
Every girls fantasy
syke
Booty booty booty booty all around

INSIGNIFICANT CHARACTER

Insignificant character that is what you said you were...at that moment I took you as just that...however as time passed you gained significance ...your smile left me mesmerised...your smell intoxicated me...i got drunk of you...your mind excited me...I wanted to feed off you...i wanted you to feed me with your knowledge...you were the intellectual type that read a lot...my kind of guy...or at least that's what I thought... you were the insignificant character...will you ever gain significance? that is what I asked myself ...insignificant is that all you will ever be? will I remembered you as the insignificant character when you possessed so much more...knowing that you knew you were so much more slowly teared my heart apart ...insignificant character why did you gain significance? did you want to be significant or was it just me, that saw you as a significant character in My life? insignificant character...why did I allow you to gain significance? after all is said and done...you will be remembered as the insignificant character that gained significance, you defied the odds...you made me smile, you let me down, you made me laugh, you lied, you stressed me out, you made me happy, but I knew from the word go that you were the insignificant character, but I chose to believe otherwise. One of the sweetest things I've ever known and you will always hold a dear and special place in my heart...insignificant character

I thought it was a crush but it might just be LOVE

I got introduced to you early 2007. We met through a mutual friend. At first I didn't understand what you were about and till this day I must say that I don't quite understand you yet. Our relationship started as an embrio with me not knowing anything about you , apart from the preconseived ideas I had. You are intelligent, creative, charming, funny, conscious, artistic, soulful, sensual and at times oh so sexual. You make me want to feed my hunger for knowledge, I feed off you, you inspire me to want to know more. Are you the way of life? Are you the one for me? I have met a whole lot of interesting people like you who don't differ much from you, maybe you are so a like because you have one thing in common ME.