Payment

was it just a payment, when you kissed my lips, when you moved my hips, to the beat of your heart, i thought there was something there, when i opened my soul to your stare, when i opened my legs to your touch, i care so much, i want to ask if it mattered each time i laughed, or kissed you back, soft, rough, barely enough, when i filled my being with your all your meaning, was it just a payment the next morning, when you remembered the girl you hadnt called, when i spilled my tears because you werent near, because you wanted her more, was it just a payment, giving me what you had, not realizing, you were taking, i was giving you, all i had left, was it just a payment, did it mean anything, when i offered you, my innocence, was it just a payment, or do you really care?