Loving Friend (Part I)

Cold nights, left lonely, laying, contemplating
our non-adventurous love,
simply complex is the sex-making,
impatient, waiting for additional pleasure moments
broken up by snoring, morning sunrises, cups of coffee
and meaningless vaginal compliments concerning
how “good” it is,
how “fast” it makes you climax,
how “long” it would last if a pot of gold hadn’t fallen between my legs,
peering down noticing only unsatisfied snatch,
hoping you’ll quickly catch second winds is pointless,
wanting the word “again” to have meaning,
if not, would rather watch doors swinging closed do to leaving,
you possess a love which is non-pleasing, advice given from these hips,
depart with the breezes I feel blowing between disappointed lips,
when standing over toilet(s) wiping
uncontrollable ejaculation running down inner thighs,
only six minutes, thirty-three seconds begun,
eight milli-seconds removed…