Secret touch to never be shared, the aftermath quiet, your hand rests on my thigh, our bodies pressed close together. I pass my hand through my hair, touseled by your ardor. Your lips touch my shoulder, I close my eyes on silent tears. I think of another who kept my heart chained by jealousy. To have a feeling such as this would have been too much to ask, and most times been denied, always a closed demeanor. You give so freely what I have so long craved and longed for. But you are not my love, you cannot be. I find that now I do not love. I will in time, but it is too soon, and I know too that you would not be my choice if I could. So stolen moments with you I share, I do not tell you I love you. I know you think you do love me, and with your touch you show it. My heart aches for nothing now, my body needs it more. So now I take the caresses you give, and return them as I may... Physical love to fill in for emotions long aslumber. The tears still fall for one who is my past, my love long wasted. They fall the more for you tonight, a love I'll never keep, But in your arms I turn to you and give you all I may. For now it is enough, and smiling, into separate dreams we slip. |