I have a friend with benefits,Whom off and on I see.While I use her to get my kicks,She also uses me.
She's not my girlfriend, just a friendWith whom I have some sex.Too young to love, we play the gameAnd wonder what comes next.
We try out stuff from porno sites,Watching what we doAs though we were on film, and someoneElse was watching, too.
Yet somehow, somewhere even weStill know we yearn for love,And wait like withered stalks to feelThat wind within us move.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon