You said it was emotionless, just the physical pleasure.
If one of us fell in love it would end.
They way you woke with your hair a mess,
bits sticking out every which way like peacock feathers.
The way you swing your hips when you walk.
The way you wink over your shoulder at me.
The way you smile at me like I'm important.
All these things, all your beauty, all of it together
How did you expect me to not fall in love?