I didn't love you,
Not yesterday, or last week.
You didn't touch my heart,
Or make me weak at the knees.
I wouldn't kiss you,
Because your lips are venomous.
Pull me into a spiral of lust,
That is all but an illusion.
You didn't make me scream,
I was just acting out.
Lulling you into a false sense,
Of passionate insecurity.
You didn't want me; it was a need,
We didn't 'make love'.
Just re-enacted your fantasies,
That don't include your wife.
