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
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