you aren't in love with me
you aren’t in love with me.
you're in love with the thought of me.
in love with the way my waist
dips in
to my hips,
travelling
to curvaceous
bottom.
in love with the velvet folds
that lay
between the valley
of my legs.
in love with the sound
of your name
escaping my
lips.
in love with the
pleasure I give.
no, you aren’t in love with me.
you’re in love with the thought
of being inside
me.