it wasn't love, oh no,
but it was nice to pretend.
if only for a moment, hidden in
sheets of lust.

sweetened by whispers
words that contain nothing
no meaning, only pleasure

hands meeting only to flutter away
lips parting only to release the euphoria
tasting taboo things, no signs of remorse

skin pressed together
in drunken panics
it wasn't love, oh no,
but perhaps, we could just pretend