My 8 Mile Lover

Well, I have taken a lover. I know I sound so gay for putting it this way... But fuck it. What else am I going to call him? He is literally my lover, not by boyfriend, not my friend.
He is my lover. I could put it another way - but that is just crass, and I don't think I will degrade our time together as such.

It is strange to be able to have sex again, whenever I want it. Phone call, text message, knock at the door, pants on the floor. Done.

And it isn't that bad at all... Strangely to me, we are compatible. Of course, I tend to get along with guys in general, but this is just crazy. So amicable.

It is all the little things, the chit chat we have after is easy, not awkward. Mind you, we are not talking about anything dangerous really. Life stuff, what we did before we met, who we did, what we got in trouble for.
It is very nice and safe.

Of course, we both know that there will be no love, and this won't last all that long. He seems to have some incarceration issues in his immediate future. I can't really picture going to see him, a visitor's pass around my neck. "I'll wait for you babe". Ha.

So 8 mile.