Time doesnt pass like time passes with you.
I don’t lose hours, lose time like we do.
It seems to drag as I wait for your words.
It seems to stand still til your voice is heard.
Then when we get chance fast forward’s engaged.
We talk or hold hands and it picks up a pace.
It goes too quick, flies cos of the fun.
It passes us by til we’re finally done.
Then the breaks bind and time stands still.
Forever we wait, that is until.
Our time comes, a time just for us.
And suddenly time has that same old rush.
Doesn’t come any where near.
The feelings I feel,
The deep seated fear.
Viruses and violence,
Conspire to keep us apart.
Illness and unrest,
Slowly breaking our hearts.
Will never ever convey.
The pain that the world inflicts,
As it keeps us at bay.
I like watching my pink substitute slide into your cunt.
I love hearing you moan, enjoying the moment.
I adore the times that you jerk into bliss.
That orgasmic smile, that look of shock as you get your fix.
I hate that I’m not there in place with my cock.
I despise that a toy gives some of what I’ve got.
I abhor that I’ll substitute you with my hand.
For neither are the real thing which we demand.