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