its a vehement compassion,

the kind where you miss it,

you crave it,

you want it,

you need it.

a fire that awakens a fervid beast inside of you,

that weakens at the sight of you bare.

your hands holding mine,

caressing,

lingering.

your lips against mine,

tender,

and fore bearing.

but your heart is elsewhere,

your mind is elsewhere.

your heart is stirring my insides,

touching me,

loving me,

devouring me.

your mind is thinking about where you want me,

where you need me,

where all of me is open to you.

to take.

and we are bound,

though not bound by love,

that same night;

you broke me.