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Oh, this isn't about love
I stopped believing in that some time ago.
This is about contact, about touching
And being touched by someone.
Because your body will grant me
Absolution, a temporary solution
To everything that ails me.

Between heartbeats and sharp breaths
Don't catch any feelings, and if you do,
Be sure not to let me know.
If you do decide to tell me, I'll only
Disappoint you, I'll disappear.

This never was about commitment,
The desires that brought me here
Were bred out of too many lonely nights
And after when I've come close to caring
I'll retreat back into that darkness.

So shut up, stop thinking, and take off
Your clothes, let me feel your body and
Act like lovers, enjoying some temporary
Pleasure before we succumb to our
Usual hurting and hopeless ways.