Is Not Okay

Pressing lips, skin to skin,
and then you’re there,
pulling clothes, you’re unbuckling belts and
biting mouths,
scratching my back,
and I’m saying your name over and over like a prayer,
like I’m praying for you to save me from the sins we’re committing.
And then it’s no longer a “you” or a “me”
we’re one thought shared between lovers,
between the mind that thinks one thing
and the heart that beats oxygen around two bodies.
I’m the greed in your eyes and you’re the want in my voice.
Desperate hands, choking whimpers
and “I need you so badly,” you say and I don’t answer
but I pull you closer and it sounds the same as me saying
“I love you.”