Young

I have a friend with benefits,
Whom off and on I see.
While I use her to get my kicks,
She also uses me.

She's not my girlfriend, just a friend
With whom I have some sex.
Too young to love, we play the game
And wonder what comes next.

We try out stuff from porno sites,
Watching what we do
As though we were on film, and someone
Else was watching, too.

Yet somehow, somewhere even we
Still know we yearn for love,
And wait like withered stalks to feel
That wind within us move.