But He Wasn't My Boyfriend

I let a man talk to me, but he wasn't my boyfriend
We'd joke and pick around while working
And then the questions started
He wanted to know about my sex life
And I answered

I let a man ride in my car, but he wasn't my boyfriend
He was stranded at work
I was on my way for a night out with friends
He stared at my fishnet clad thighs the whole way
And I let him

I let a man text me, but he wasn't my boyfriend
The conversations started out with more innocent questions
Soon, they led to not-so-innocent answers
He kept me on the edge of each conversation
And I needed a reply back

I let a man kiss me, but he wasn't my boyfriend
He offered to buy me dinner, to talk
We ate and sat in his car
Then he placed a hand on my thigh and pressed his lips to mine
And I kissed him back

I let a man touch me, but he wasn't my boyfriend
It was after work, on a cold Saturday night
We sat in his car at a grocery store parking lot
He slid his hand into my pants and kissed me
And I moaned in pleasure

I let a man fuck me, but he wasn't my boyfriend
My entire body shaking at the thought of it
The two of us hiding out on a dark street, the windows fogged up
My entire mind lost as I felt something that I had never before
And I loved every moment of it

I let a man call me, and he was my boyfriend
A cherished relationship, spanning over years
The one I wanted to marry
Clueless to everything that was going on
And I knew I had to keep it all a secret
♠ ♠ ♠
I made a mistake. It was all noticeable after the fog cleared and he disappeared from my life, minus seeing him at work. He wasn't my boyfriend, but he made me feel something that I had never felt before.