But I Made Love To You Poem by Murphy Payne

She came into my room last night
Wearing nothing but a smile
Her well defined playful physique
Was nothing less than Greek

She glided into my big bed, seemingly
On a cushion of air
I could smell her sweet eternity
Once inside the covers there

I kissed her lips
And touched her skin
Exteriorly excited but not from within
Still, I slept with her last night
But I made love to you

My lips were pressed
Against her face
But I was kissing you
My hands were rubbing both her legs
But I was touching you
Her gentle voice was saying a lot
But I was hearing you

I kissed her lips
And touched her skin
Exteriorly excited but not from within

Things we didn’t say, pushed us apart
I’m trying to forget like my Uncle Mark
Yes, I slept with her last night
But In my mind, I made love to you