A different route

I was looking for a battle, maybe a new war. I found a woman. Just a body, a night of pleasure streched to become a day, a week, a month.

I watch her eys, shutted in a moment of pleasure. I can feel her, it is intoxicating, I can't ever get enough. But I don't love her. I care for her, and a physical bond most of the time creates and strengthens an emotional one. But I don't love her.

I can't make promisses. I can't ask anything. We live in a single room, out of that we don't exist for each other. It's just a long night of pleasure and we both know that. I just hope the emotional bond won't become too strong for her, because I don't love her.