I know not what you think as your breath skims my cheek. Your words are weighted heavily with sentiment I desire, but the expression I see in your eyes falls flat, seemingly compromised. Your body responds to my touch and my breasts as if I were your only sustenance. I question whether the urgency I feel in your grasp is due to your hunger for me or only carnal need for release. As we connect, flesh in flesh, I wait to hear my name exhaled in ecstasy but only silence prevails. The physical may tether us together, but the truth of our emotional detachment rips us apart.