You use the word “love” a lot
but you don’t love me yet
“I love kissing you,” you say,
as you transport me to a realm beyond:
when we lock lips
the gap between heaven and earth closes
I’m left in bliss
I’ve never been kissed with such love
by someone
who doesn’t love me yet
“I love your big sexy brain,” you say,
as we converse about meaningful things
as I cry and you tell me you’re not afraid of tears
I’ve never felt so connected to anyone
so meant to be
so destined
with someone who doesn’t love me yet
“I love how wet you get,” you say,
I’ve never been wetter
never been more turned on by anyone
never lost myself during sex the way I lose myself to you
I’ve never been made love to like this
by someone who doesn’t love me yet
You use the word “love”
a lot
for someone
who
doesn’t love me
yet