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We gave each other pleasure,

But his pleasure brought me pain,

In that moment we moaned our passion,

I could not attain,

The one thing I needed, the reason for all our sexual acts,

I looked in his eyes searching for it while I layed on my back

He screamed his passion loudly, panted in between saying it was great,

my mind prepared the excuses, and told him it was late.

Upon his exit I washed away the moments, beeds of sweat and rosey cheeks,

Tears washed away in the shower, still incomplete.

I felt empty with out him there or maybe the act itself made me feel hollow,

Wishing he would've said those words and mean it..

undeniably I'd follow

Evaluating the conversations....flirty in-SIN-uations.

Kisses...hugs and then..his passionate manifestation.

I removed the sheets and discarded them As if that would somehow make some significant difference...

I was still insignificant

Nothing had changed

I was perfect enough to flirt with, the one he'd call sexy..beautiful, sweetheart,

I must have forgotten to perfect my beauty or maybe he was only seeing it outwardly

But there was so much more inside of me

So much that ached to be released and given to him.....

And

ONLY

HE

Yet I'm disregarded

Giving myself in the name of what I treasure most ..

In the name of that which is much more

Pleasurable than just sex

I gave in hoping to connect,

While I'm tossed aside to dissect

The true meaning behind every thrust

Did we move in love or lust

Are we giving eachother mindblowing orgasms or just trying to bust?....

After giving him that moment of satisfaction

I was reduced to a fraction

And wasted time

Because while I gave him ME

He did not make himself mine