I don’t want to love
you and up
until a few
days ago
I thought for sure
that I did
not.
But the way
you let your weight
collapse into
mine
within that elevator
desperately
sucking at my scent
from the
deepest
sanctuaries of
my neck
I knew
we had slipped
beyond
something
playful.
It was
apparent
that you
had been yearning
for this
embrace
for some time
now
and were
no longer
as good
as I at
abandoning
emotion.
You melted
into my skin
revealing your
insecurities
as you
do
simply for me.
See
only a man
makes you
feel this way
like a
woman.
You said
you wished
things were
different
but
I still don’t.
