Pas De Deux

I know you don't mean a single word you say
But I love to hear those lies anyway

I know you don't really care what I do
But I love to imagine that you do

I know you don't see me the way I see you
But I love to think that you think of me, too

I know what we have together is not strong
But I love it, because it feels so wrong

I love the sins you confess
You love the way that I dress
I love your dark, dirty mind
You love the inhibitions I leave behind
I love the truth you never tell
You love my curves, that you know so well

I love everything that you never do
I love that you never say, "I love you"

(This is what I consider my sequel to Hot Afternoons. Hot Afternoons part deux, if you will, hence the word in the title.)