Encounters Of The Friend Kind

Silent monas in the midngith hour,
Quiet breathing becomgin louder and louder,
Hands groping quickly
Kissing drawn out,
Thrusts getting harder,
Same old routine done without a doubt.

The kissing starts,
Hands begining to move,
You stroke my face and then my hair,
Same old routine nothing left to prove.

The clothes disapper,
Why am i not surprised?
Same old routine.
Same old lie.

The bed was freshly made,
Wouldnt stay that way for long,
Make love to me this time,
Play a different song.

The same old dance routine,
Has just been done again,
Break out the mould,
Now your just my friend.