Cause baby we’ll be
At the drive-in
In the old man’s ford

Drive in.
When you said it seemed so cliched but with your rock star style car with its blackout windows it would be the perfect place for us to share a bit of privacy, to this day I don't remember the film we saw. It was our first date. I had known you for years, I was straight you were gay. It didn't bother me. I liked hearing about your bad dates and inexperienced guys. The cocky shit that I am always thought that I would be able to give you exactly what you wanted in bed if I was gay.

Then you met Bert he broke your heart, it broke mine realizing you were being pulled away from me, I wanted you as more than a friend and it took your heartbreak for me to know that. I held you when he left you in a million pieces putting you back together again.

I fed you and brought you coffee as you poured your heart into your art work, entering your apartment one day you looked up from your sketchbook and before I knew what was happening your lips crashed into mine, your tongue slid into my mouth and my head swam. You broke away apologizing. I told you if we were going to do this you were to take me on a date, not just make out with me, lets do things properly; you agreed.

Which is how I find myself in the back seat of your car your full weight pressed on top of me, your hands under my shirt pulling it over the top of my head. I stop you; breaking away from our kiss. Not here I tell you, you agree. You sit up and try and rearrange the bulge showing in the front of your jeans. I curse the promise I made to myself to take things slowly seeing it.

My heart beat slows as you wrap your arm around me and we actually watch the movie you brought me to see.


Behind the bushes
Till I’m screamin’ for more

We have been dating for a month now, our sexual frustrations are getting the better of us though. Our long walks have turned into fumbles in bushes, in deserted parks. I am not scared anymore, of letting you go all the way, I feel perfectly at ease now that we will have sex. Every time I make a move to undo our trousers you pull away, telling me that it's not right. I should have known that it would have to be just right your such a perfectionist. Throwing beautiful works of art into the trash when your pencil slips.


Down the basement
Lock the cellar door
And baby

I knock on your basement door late one Friday night after my shift at the comic store. You open the door looking quite overly dressed for a night of watching DVDs. Noticing my puzzled expression you tell me you wanted to look nice for me, my heart melts. As you pull me inside the basement it takes my eyes a moment to adjust, there are candles lit around the room and clean white linen on the bed. You take my coat from my shoulders and throw it on to the small sofa at the end of the bed.
You look into my eyes, pull that half cocked smile that drives me crazy lean in and kiss me softly. Gently sucking my bottom lip you lead us over to the bed and push me down on it. Our clothes are discarded o the point we are in our underwear. You run your hands over my torso tracing the outlines of my tattoos with your fingers, I roll my head the the side and notice the bottle of lube that now adorns your nightstand. You kiss your way down my chest and stomach ignoring the straining in my boxers; you kiss the inside of my thighs gently sending me light headed. I feel your teeth pulling at the waistband of my underwear. I look down and give you a look so you know to move forward. My boxer shorts slide down my legs and on to the floor. I have never felt more aroused in my life. I feel your hot breath on the part of my anatomy that I have longed for. You look up at me with a look of pure lust and desire on your face, lick you lips open your mouth and say:

"Talk dirty to me..."