It’s over
“I was going to tell you it was over”
Really because i simply received the cold shoulder, is it because you don’t want to get closer, or was I just some donor. You’d be great at playing poker. That straight face holding all the cards capable of handing you a win. You got me to open my legs not my mouth and face a deadly sin. Conning me into giving you everything. Never letting me stop and rethink. The taste of you bitterly distinct.
“I was going to tell you it was over”
Don’t lie your a freeloader. Pretending you were a lease owner, holding the title to my heart. I was simply your last resort. Might as well have been your escort. A simple consort. Somehow you made it past my fort, no longer was I safe, you had become my escape. You found a way to make me feel awake. I tried to hit the emergency break, but I had already made a mistake. You had been a fake.
“I was going to tell you it was over”
You see I never asked for closure, but i must keep my composure and pretend that you were not my four leaf clover. My heart slowly cracking, being fined for indecent exposure. It thought that your love was kosher. But now it realized I was just a smoker. To afraid of losing a habit knowing it would one day kill it. I know now I was only an exhibit. Let me help you find the exit.
Flame
My skin caught on fire at the club that night. His muscular arms were wrapped around my tiny waist as our bodies swayed to the music. Perfectly in sync. He kissed me so tenderly on the nape of my neck, I almost came right there on the dance floor. Then in one swift motion, he spun me around and we were face-to-face, breathing each other in. His lips were on mine. He tasted like black silk - sweet, creamy and delicious. We fit together like two pieces in a puzzle, our bodies and souls intertwined. I never knew passion like that truly existed. Which is why leaving it behind was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
