I love you.
There's no one else but you.
Such words that came out and meant nothing.
You gave me your special gift.
Your hands began to caress my hair, and slowly they trailed down,
touching parts of me that was still unmarked ground.
Your words meant one thing, but your eyes meant another.
In the moment between soft words and sweat, it came to me.
Your gift was a fake,
and I was making love to a lie.
