Lust and Love

Unlovable, but able, He holds my face as he kisses me, But I already know, Its not me he wants, Its the thing I have between my legs, He’ll caress me, an absentminded movement, But suddenly, its no longer me he caresses, Simply my body beneath his hands, Something that should be beautiful, A thing I will never have, never know I crave love, to be adored, To have my face held each time we kiss, My hand held every time I reach for them, Conversations that never end, To look into their eyes and have no doubt of their love, But now i have settled, Settled for the brief moments of intimacy Shared only between strangers, Never lasting long enough to know Know whether or not I could ever love them