Realization

And just now I have come to realize
that our love was not measured By your slow and deep thrusts;
Nor was it measured by the amount of times you sighed my name into the aroused air.

And that our love was not felt by our hands that eagerly raced on every inch of damp skin;
Nor was it felt in the tangled up blue bedsheets thrown on your bedroom floor.

And that our love never saw a touch of sincerity, only ones of desire, within those four walls;
Nor did it see impassioned looks as we watched our bodies climax in ecstasy.  

And that our love was not heard in beautiful words but only in waves of pleasure;
Nor was it heard beyond the pillows in where we'd pretend to sleep.

And just now I have come to realize that our love was never love;
Nor was it what I thought it was.