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