Your name was once uttered through these lips
Now my lips utter the nothings you promised.
I'm not going to cry, shedding tears is not my style.
My heart still in tact,never another chance.
Making love, not fucking.
Touch so soft, chills sent through each electric sense.
Four play to fingers, lips to skin to breast to thighs.
Moments of anticipation waiting for the words.
Eyes rolled back up into my head, eyes closed for satisfaction.
biting lips, deep breathes, that turn into gasps as you touch the softest spots.
Tongue that slides, & glides, in and out down and around.
Tracing every curve and nerve with the strongest muscle int he body- the tongue.
Grasping, holding, gropping, caressing, slide your hands "yes you did" up through my breast, to my neck in my mouth, hed turning, love, driving me crazy.
hand to hand riding with every bounce of energy.
unwrap me like a gift. slow,careful,and adore.

No more will you be the one that will drive me to excitment with that sexual fantasy.
Dreams came and gone. Im on the list as only a conquered one.
to live with that will be a privelage.
as for you, no list will you bear the burden.
only the punishment of knowing you will never kiss, touch, or come close to my heart again.
live with it, read it.
enjoy my replacment, hope she's fullfilling enough.

I wasn't Not for you.
Your name is a lost promise.

*kiss*