I (Do Not) Love You

I kiss you gentle,
But not frail

I do not tell you that I love you

My caresses doth you mantle,
You let loose a muffled wail.

You dare not say to me, “ I love you”

I end where you begin,
Whispers mixed with wanton screams,

Our actions, need not we discuss

I feel your every gasp within
We relive our every dreams

For It be lust, not love that drives us