I understand how the loveless feel when they sleep with a stranger.
Sleeping in the warmth of another person is heaven for the lost.
To feel her soft skin against mine is worth the pain in the morning.
Her smooth legs wrap around mine with her head lying on my heart keeps me from searching for the night;
She is not mine and never will be,
For tonight her body is mine but not her heart.
Tomorrow she will be gone and I will carry on, like I have and always will,
But for tonight, I will not long for another.