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[propertyofalex]

he kisses like he loves me
it's his gift
i'm not his only
i'm just his other
just a trick
not even lover
and to him i am nothing
yet he kisses like he loves me
i know my place
as he knows his
keep this to ourselves
this affair of secrecy
but deep inside
i am unsure
does he kiss me 'cause he loves me?
when i'm on my knees before him
pure of heart and mind
at first glance
rising to feel
his body against mine
with the hopes to
intertwine our passions
but i don't want that to be
still he kisses like he loves me
on my back screaming his name
tugging at his hair
to somehow release the energy
within my torrid body
he can not be mine
i wouldn't want him
if he could
but for the times we are together
my heart can change
to "yes" from "never"
and as i dress
i feel so lonely
'cause he kisses like he loves me.

fuck...why are my emotions kicking in NOW!? i fucking hate everything.