I don’t love you.
I lust you.
I lust for your body against mine,
And for your soft plump lips to kiss my skin.
I lust for the taste of your sweat slicked skin,
And the soft moans that escape your mouth.
I lust for the blissed out look on your face,
And for your hands to pull my hair.
I lust for your lips to brush mine,
And the scratches you leave behind.
I don’t love you.
I lust after the pleasure you bring.