His silence so painful, now consumes my brain
Reminiscing about passionate love-making as my body continues to scream his name.
Disbelief and shock still remains fresh
Visions appear as he is about to undress
Golden skin so sinfully sweet
His touch so erotic, it’s felt in my feet.
Missing him now like never before
Longing to hear his voice even so much more
Each minute turns to hours, hours to days
Wickedly ripping out my heart either way
A love that is constant and never fades
His love however was never more than a game of charades.
A facade love affair with a man only true to himself.
A love that lingers to haunt the only one that was true and that one is myself.