Disbelief was all I had for her
When naked she stood a beauty, and still-
Not for her body - God's perfect will
But rather for her, her amorous endeavor.

"No feelings" was all she said to me
That our venture be, in this night's contract-
We owned each other but remained intact
For we had a lease rather, in Love's property.

Yet, we kissed as lovers, a deed so real
Enough for her, for the void of passion
And she went weak; I was quick to fasten-
But this is not love, just touch and feel.

Ah, God, what then of me for her
When we are alone and all is done?
And traces of then, I'd find none
And traces of her? Again? Never?