he calls me baby

he calls me baby when we f**k

and in that moment we slip back into familiarity

old habits like kisses that linger too long to be platonic

a slow touch that communicates much more than desire

this is just supposed to be sex

at first, the air is hazy with smoke and thick with tension

silence separates us like a brick wall and I don't know how to breach the boundary

it was never there before

and then your hand settles on my thigh

electric

I barely hold back a gasp as the heat of your palm sears against my skin

it's a slow burn, the way your fingertips slide down my leg and back up

it's the sweetest torture 

the cruelest pleasure

and all of a sudden I'm in your lap

and we're learning how to know each other all over again

hot, sweet, and slow

the way you touch me is love and I can't help but bask in the feeling

we're living a lie and we both know it