I was wondering, mind roaming, imagination obsessing, great suspense.
Could life be different, improved, worthwhile if you acknowledged me as a love in your life.
Should I emphasise our love without sour bitter taste in mouth or on lips!
A love indulgent, intense, overpowering, yet never strict.
Almost crazy like a lamp to a moth who indulges light at every opportunity.
Fantasizing about the urgency with which you draped that muscular powerful frame around my aching, submissive, willing body; never caring about commitment because no strings is what you like!
My body responses tamed to your touch as you set to the task of abstracting the nutrients of mine, leaving me weak, vulnerable!
Walking away head high, big smile, as you have again conquered one who wouldn't say no because they love you so.
Now all I do is wonder, haunted, used, is this the fool?
Shamefully still loving you!