While it may not be your intent, you are your most attentive when your eyes are filled with lust.
While your mouth moves, telling me that you’ll be loving me forever, your posture tells me that you’re focused on the delights my body can provide.
While we make plans to see friends and learn new things, you’re always eager to rush home to get me into your bed.
While you hold my hand walking down the street, you’re conveying possession instead of pride, that I’m here with you and not with them.
When I’m here with you, I’m filled with quiet contentment and joy at being in your company.
When I’m talking about you to friends, I’m sharing your accomplishments and peppering you with kisses in my mind.
When I’m in your arms, I’m burning with desire while appreciating you, for all that you are.
When I’m commiserating about a crappy day, I’m giving my time and energy to you to soothe your weary, aching heart.
And yet we claim to want the same things.
