Porno
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.
Copyright © Kyle Carlson | Year Posted 2011
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