your face has become a flame
burning my lips when I speak your name.

your touch was no longer nice
choking me like spice.

your scent is no longer missed
like your salty kiss.

I'm done being your little freak,
now I'll spite you like a poetry creep.

your ocean wasn't even that deep
although I enjoyed riding that wave.

you, my love.... I no longer crave
in fact I've taught temptation how to behave.