Is This Loaded?

Your large eyes are round in constant thinking,
Constant wonder.
Oh how I wish I mattered to you as much as thought does.

My clothes lay loosely around my frame,
Waiting to be taken off my body,
And yours lie in a similar fashion.

Are you looking at me?
Do I detect a hint of affection
As our lips finally crash, water on rocks?

Because your lips are oh so soft,
And mine are oh so bloody and torn up.
I ripped them in hopes of finally letting the pain break through.

You make me smile,
And though you don't smile back very often,
I hope somewhere you're grinning on the inside.

This satisfaction is very inappropriate
In our work situation and this bubble we separately live in,
But would you please invade my space?