The blood that stained the sheets stink of lies gone a stray, betrayal, and deceit...
The look etched on his face screams please even long after his last breath...
I placed my hand over the **** and could still feel the heat...  
Stood over and gazed, just taking in his death...

I pleaded with him many times...
Though he took my words for granted...
I thought I made it clear, there was no need to read between the lines...
Told him that it hurts to be with him and I no longer wanted to continue...
He slid his hand between my legs and said he strongly disagrees...
Kissed the the nape of my neck, and whispered in my ear "I don't think I'll ever get over You"
Tears steamed down my face as I uttered please...

The loved I had for him still lingered...
Even hidden in the shadows,  he knew it was there...
But what I've been through, mentally I'm injured...
Gotten to that point where I wondered if he still care...

Through mixed feelings of longing and hurt I let him in...
Saying to myself this is the last time...
I gave up my body, every inch of every limb...
He is very passionate, his touches are kind...
I match his passion and brought out his true nature...
Loosing myself in his forceful bliss...
Just for a moment I forgot why I hate ya...
As his passion is released we lock in what would be his very last kiss...