Porn Star

You think you know somebody when the idea of sex ruins their minds. 
Seems like the uncountable karma sutra positions that have been master in our bed are not
enough. 
You want a never changing porno star that can shape shift. 
You see what went on besides close doors were suppose to be enough to please you. Those porn
are stop, rewind, repeated and duplicate. 
But our love making wasn't wishful thinking it was great fucking. 
But the fucking wasn't good enough because I couldn't change mask every time I got on top of you. 
Asking myself what can I do. Could I tilt my neck back far enough to take him all in? 
Could I invite a friend would that make him love me again? 
Could I break my joints so that my leg could bend back far enough so he could literally break my back? 
Ain't nothing left for me to do because porn ruin my relationship before it started. 
watching porn since seven means he is on partner number 300. 
But really he is on two and that ain't good enough because he has no one else to compare me to. 
Seems like the Guy that wanted a porn star got one. 
But I have to take a number until he ready to retire from the business. 
My job was to please him whether he wanted me to ride, suck or bend over and touch the floor. 
His job was suppose to be to love me but instead he was considered with getting his numbers up when I have
always been his number one porn star. And please to admit it because I ride him
for him. I mean I rode him for him.