Playing hard to get

Whenever I see him, his hair is always neatly trimmed. His gold chain dangles when he's on top of me. He always puts his ring on my nightstand and tells me he's leaving her soon. But I don't care I don't want him to leave her for me. He doesn't know I do this with other men. He thinks his tongue is the only one that can drown in my puddle of worked up passion. He thinks I hang on to every word while he whispers in my ear all the things he'd do to me while we'd be in public places.

When I see him, it's two am, and another man is waiting in his car to come in next. When I see him he always wears his suit and tie so I could restrain him to the headboard with his silk tie. When I see him I always show him how I feel.