Almost

"Almost"

She told me,
Only those who are in love can make love,
So we should just fuck
Her only reason was because
Love is too much,
And she only wants just enough.
Just enough to know that she is worthy of touch
But not so much
That she hurts the other person
Once she decides she's  giving up.

And I'm confused
Not even, slightly amused
At the thought of being a one night remedy
For her lonely night blues.
when it comes to colors,
Love is my favorite hue.
Maybe to you,
It's ok to pretend.
But to be true to my body
I must embody the truth.
See I'm not acting out my actions
I'm just ready for my que.
You want a fictional boyfriend for the night,
Well Lights, camera, shoot.

I'll play the role like you want me to,
Ask you what you want to do.
Lead up to it like the rest
So you expect that this is nothing new.
Then in the middle I'll decide to improvise
follow my,
Trail of kisses on your inner thigh.
The window to the soul
Is in the eyes
The soul of being intimate is in the mind
Can you visualize,
Feeling something this deep
Along with the deep feelings that you feel inside.
At every instance I,
reward you for arriving
This is how I incentivize.
"Come again"
She can hardly hear me as I whisper
Tongue slowly circulating her center
She'll remember,
The rise to the top but the top is where I left her.
Cloud 9,
I knew you would be finished
By the time that I arrived.

I know you said we couldn't do it
And you can say I didn't prove it.
But if this isn't making love,
.......Then it's the closest thing to it.