I don’t mean to confuse you,
Or twist your thoughts in knots.
I don’t mean to capture your heart,
Or soothe the ego that you’ve brought.
I’ve told you—my heart belongs to him,
A love that overflows and fills my core.
Yet, still, my body craves your touch,
An ache I cannot choose to ignore.
I love the way my body knows you,
How I can simply be myself,
The way you stare when we’re in conversation,
And how your laughter lights my shell.
I can talk to you about anything,
But still, my heart remains apart.
I give you my body, yet he holds the strings
Of the deeper pull within my heart.
I give you pleasure because he has my time
You get the fantasy, while he gets my life.
But I know you, too, have your own world,
And so, I draw this fragile line.
So take me as I stand before you,
Incomplete without your touch,
Incomplete without his love,
In your own ways, you both complete me.
