False Intimacy

My fingers dance up your arm
My eyes looking up at you
My mouth inches away from yours
You can almost count my eyelashes
Your eyes trace my smile with glee
Your heart pounding as I lean in
The air filled with electricity
There's inches between our bodies
The skin underneath my fingers warm
You don't know me very well
You answer my questions with ease
You don't realize you're being drawn in
That the gleam in my eyes isn't mischief
That my questions are asked in the hope
That you'd want to know my answers to them
My hands warm where I rest them on you
My eyes flash with sadness as my smile falls
My fingers grip into your flesh sharply
Your gasp of pain brings me back to attention
Your face etched with the pain caused by my nails
Your heart thundering underneath your ribs
There is no point in lying, is there?
This is just a game to you...
The whole idea is to build up false Intimacy for sex.
I don't want to play.