A horny poet

I think about sex with you every night Your soft skin. how we would turn off the light How you could go gentle or rough You really seem to know your stuff I lie in bed with my fantasies at 3 in the morning Your lack of clothes making you more adorning Its sort of sweet in a way How after we finish you still choose to stay Us horny poets have no shame at all But shame is all i seem to recall it feels wrong thinking about you like this But the thoughts seep throughout a simple kiss You told me your sexual thoughts as if a game But after i couldn't think about you the same you are the same just with different kinks Now every time i do things i can't help but think “would he approve of what you are doing” So i cover those words and think of us screwing Sometimes i wish you never told me Sometimes i feel like i must flee But then again you trusted me enough to know So it would be wrong of me to go So i never leave no matter the thoughts Even if you have my heart in knots