I looked at you, and knew that we weren’t meant to be
I looked at you, and knew that I wanted nothing to do with you
You told me your name, and I ignored you
You smiled at me, and I turned my face
I was reluctant to tell you my name
I finally told you my name
We spoke for hours, and I became interested
You kissed me, and I told myself it’s nothing more than a kiss
You embraced me sexually, and I said it’s nothing more than sex
We spoke some more, and I told myself it’s nothing more than sweet-talk
Each time the phone rang, I became excited, but I continue to tell myself its nothing more than conversation
I open my legs and you entered me
Deeper and deeper you reached within me
I moaned and groaned, and called your name
You licked the tip of my lip and kiss my neck
At that moment I became obsessed
I became intoxicated each time we had sex
I told myself it’s nothing more than good sex
As the months came and went, it became harder for me to lie to myself
I tried really hard to overcame your spell
Over and over I told myself that it’s nothing more than infatuation
I told myself that we are not meant to be
I told myself that I wanted nothing to do with you
I ignored your calls hoping that my feelings for you would go away
I’m not in love, we are not meant to be together
It is simple good sex
To my surprise you believed my lies
You never deny or said why, but you reject my simple cries
Heartbroken and defeated I cried, not for you, but for your good sex
From: tina
English
