Porno

Written by: Kyle Carlson

She walked towards me 
And felt my skin.

Without touching me.

She undressed
Her texture bare
But why should I care.

She doesn’t love me.

I don’t love her.

We only act 
When the script is written
When the stage is set
While the camera’s rolling.

A fake desire
A fabricated connection
A counterfeit romance.

A pretended love.

This is strictly business 
This is professional.

This is sick.