hey jealousy

she asked me one night if i was jealous. the truth is that i wasn't. i wasn't because as hot as he may have thought it was, as much as he may have enjoyed it, me watching him fuck her, i know it doesn't really matter. it doesn't really matter because it is me that knows his look, that owns his look. the one that washes his face clean, takes his breath away; the one that is pure and uninhibited.

besides, it was me later that morning who rode him to ecstasy.