Easy Hotel

Your limbs are loose and lazy when you feel guilty,  like those early times,
the last time is like those first times. 
I reassured you, "use me", and you did but muttering hot and deep in my ear, 
thick and deep inside me,
that it's a home to you.
Well,  it's a home to me too.
and you are a son to me,
and I'm a child in your arms and
I'm your jealous, competitive sibling giving you chinese burns till you back down.