Thirst

I pretend these strange lips are familiar
as they kiss a messy trail down my collarbone
I take those hands, so rushed and clumsy
and put them on places I only ever wanted you to touch
Out of breath and aroused
but not on fire, not as alive and free as you made me feel
My fingers take a dive for his belt and 
it's hurried and impersonal, cold and detached
not a slow seduction just the actions of a boy and girl who want quick gratification
Dim the lights so he can't see in my eyes that this is all an act
Dim the lights so I can't see his face but I can imagine it belongs to another
Dim the lights so we can use each other in the darkness
and I can quench the thirst that comes when I think of you