Netflix And Go Down On Me
You stroll in with a streaming queue longer than our time and a bag of snacks that could feed a small household till dawn
Drop on my couch like you own it
scroll past twenty serious titles
then land on something dumb with zombies on the lawn
You call it movie night like either of us gives a shit about the plot
already kicking your shoes off and tucking your feet under my leg
I know how this goes, ten minutes of flick
five minutes of flirting
then your hand on my thigh and your mouth asking gently without a beg.
We have done the whole dinner thing
the public date thing
the meet my coworkers in a place that smells like forced smiles
Found out that we like each other better in hoodies on this old sofa
pausing some trash flick every time the kissing runs wild
You lean in mid-episode and whisper something filthy in my ear that would ruin the ratings if anyone wrote it down
I crack up, shove your shoulder, pretend I am offended
then tilt my head back when your fingers start tracing southbound.
Netflix and go down on me
skip the pretense that we care who saves the world in season three
Let the flick run as background light while you slide off the couch and make a church out of my knees
We can talk character arcs later
right now your tongue has better things to do than critique the plot
Netflix and go down on me, no chill at all
just heat on this thrift store cushion spot.
Some people post couples photos with matching outfits and staged popcorn
perfect lighting, polished angles
We got blankets with holes, ash on the coffee table
half finished drinks sweating rings and tangles
You pause midway through kissing my hip to ask if I am good
need a break, want a change
and that one question hits harder than the dirtiest line
Consent in your eyes, not just your words
makes the whole night feel like something I picked instead of some scripted grind.
Later we will rewind and realize we missed the entire middle of the flick where everything went straight off the rails
We will watch it out of order, still lost
still laughing
still guessing how the hell the story got from quiet to full-blown fails
Kinda like us, skipping steps, backtracking
still somehow landing on our feet without pretty details.
Netflix and go down on me
skip the pretense that we care who saves the world in season three
Let the flick run as background light while you slide off the couch and make a church out of my knees
We can talk character arcs later
right now your tongue has better things to do than critique the plot
Netflix and go down on me, no chill at all
just heat on this thrift store cushion spot.
One night you ask if I ever want more than this couch
this screen, this cycle of episodes and sweat
I stare at you brushing crumbs off my stomach
eyes half closed
and think I could do worse than this set, Sure
maybe someday we upgrade to a place with less noise and a bed that does not groan like it is haunted by regret
But I would still want your head in my lap
your laughter in my room
your fingers on my volume control, that is a safe bet.