saying i love you

last night i looked into her eyes and thought i saw something that looked like love.
i believe i saw it there, staring back at me while we were fucking.
always fucking these moments of clarity away.
i loved her in that moment, but didn't say a thing.
i didn't do anything about it except kept going.
i didn't stop so that maybe she could feel me loving her as i devoured each corner of her body.
later she looked deep into my eyes as we were fucking again
and i realized she didn't have to say i love you back
because she didn't stop either.