Deceived 
Deceived, 
not with words, 
but a kiss. 
By a touch that said much more than any sound. 
No words of devotion 
or promises were spoken. 
No feelings were shared aloud. 
Yet I heard them all the same. 
They were whispered to me sweetly 
from the very tips of your fingers 
As you brushed the hair from my face, 
and the tears from my cheek. 
They were screamed 
and they were sung 
as your lips covered mine, 
and wanting to believe... 
aching to believe... 
I whispered back. 
Not with words, 
just my touch 
as I caressed your skin, 
as my lips met yours. 
But I was deceived... 
not with words, 
but a kiss. 
By a touch that said much more than any sound. 
 
