Your Game
Your words used to soothe me,
flowing over my skin
as your hands caressed and teased.
Your tongue used to please me,
licking every inch
savoring every drop of me.
Your lips used to hold me,
pressed onto mine
during explosions of orgasm.
Your eyes used to search mine,
as you drove into me
finding that spot and claiming my being.
Your trust I had; beliefs for me
while your web you wove
so glad I faked it all.
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