acquaintances.

 i award you with intimate pieces of me expecting what in return?
if not love, then what?
you continually confess that you "miss me" and "care about me"
i don't believe you though, i can't.
you couldn't have perceived me to be so naive that i'd mistake us to be something more than mere acquaintances.
you won't fool me into falling for you and you can't have my heart.
we both know this pleasurable arrangement is convenient,
not something that was meant to last.
so stop trying to confuse me with your words i've already given you my body what more could you want.
i mean the way you do those things that you do to my body is truly a talent.
how you lick, eat and stroke me so effortlessly makes it damn near impossible to resist you.
and you fuck me oh so good,
for a split second i feel like i'm yours.
but i'm not and never could be.
trust, i know my role.
allow me to play it.