The feel of your body on mine,
Your body pressed up against me,
Those lips teasing and torturing me,
Hands pleasuring, clouded mind.
He knows the right words,
His hands the right places,
The book of strong desires,
We believed in lust, lust in all pages.
It wasn't you I loved, admired or adored,
But your hands, lips, body and more,
You pleased my body, you made it yours,
When I screamed his name, you wished it was yours.
Thinking the way to this heart was through my sacred core,
Knowing what you wanted I gave you less, you wanted more,
Pushing me to my ******, till the state of pure Bliss,
Now and again, in the act of raw ***.
I don't love you, I won't die in your name,
I don't have sleepless nights where you're all I think about,
I never felt consumed by you not will I ever,
All you meant to me, was a means to quench my desire.
How you bruised my lips,
Pulling them between your teeth,
How yours lips captured every breathe that escape mine,
As I moan and whine for release.
Will forever be imprinted in my mind,
As a reminder to stay away,
From creatures like yourself,
That need me, but won't stay.
