I never seem to get bored with a brown bodied manchild in my bed

asking nothing of me

pulling at my g-spot 

taking advantage of being taken advantage of 

he never asks me about my day

so i never have to remember 

how I rush past the lovers

caught kissing 

so i wouldn't have to remember we don't have that

there's nothing romantic about fucking

its just sweat and exhaustions

highs and lows and soreness

when dawn breaks and the day begins again

there's nothing romantic about that 

not at all

but i never get bored with  a man

in my  bed

as we pretend to cuddle

trying to catch our breaths

and ready ourselves for the next time

when he grunts and I moan

and I scream and he stares blankly back at me

emotionless

battling his own demons about being  validated by how many nuts I get

no there's nothing romantic about fucking

just space fillers in an otherwise empty day

of sulking and searching  for completion in someone

who isn't complete himself

but i never get bored with a brown bodied man- child

in my bed

just another way to  forget