His body against mine
Made my blood boil.
His lips against my skin
Make my body tense.
Yet it was all hollow,
Devoid of any emotion
Or intimacy between us.
At the end of the night
It was you I thought of
You I wished could be there
Beside me as I slept.
Doesn’t that count for something?
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