Pure

We come to it slowly,

You and I.

Softly, fearfully.

This uncharted territory…

Old desires waging war

With new contexts.

Your soft words caress my ears

And I whisper back

Through a curtain

Of shame

And guilt

Exhilarating.

She watches me now

With no scorn in her eyes

Trusting, as always,

Her feelings.

She thinks she loves me

I know it’s not true

I

Am an outlet for

Her insecurities.

A vent for

The flaws

It’s

Fake.

I look into your eyes

Wanting, willing

To abandon your own

Plastic lover and so

We fall together

And our lust is sweet, and passionate,

And pure.