I know I don’t love you
I look at you with eyes filled with passion, but not a soul
I make out with you,
I fuck you,
I touch you,
but I don’t kiss you just to taste you
My drive for sex is not in my heart by my pants
I don’t touch you like I wish I could touch the stars at night.
What we have is ordinary
What we have is simple
People don’t write poetry about us
But I’m still happy
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