Sex Not Love

"chris."
it's hard to talk with my mouth pressed to your neck. 
it's hard to hear with your head in the clouds 
it's hard to do anything but feel with my hands in your hair
your thighs wrapped around my waist and myself so deep inside of you. 
"we've gotta hurry, paul." 
but do we? they can wait. all that matters is this right now
the silk beneath us,
your eyes locked with mine. 
i go faster anyway,
delve deeper into your mind,
replace your thoughts with mine. 
a roll of your hips has dreaded orgasm sneaking up. 
the sound that leaves my throat is nothing short of a growl.
it's dark and gutteral and low
everything white. 
"paul!" 
you moan, release.
i collapse on top of you,
sweat and come mingling between us,
wet and warm. 
"get dressed. we can take it slow later."
it's always like this, a quick fuck, i can't ever stop and kiss you
get lost in your brain. 
i can't ever slide my tongue over every bit of your body
kiss your thighs and find a perfect fit between your body. 
"i love you."
"that's a fuckin' lie and you know it."
it's not.