I'm telling myself it was only sex
Not mind bending body breaking pleasure
Tomorrow, I know just what to expect
No afterglow. No words. No slight measure
Of comfort, closeness, softness, like before
Our quick breaths merged between our heightened sighs
Hard rhythms of our flesh began to pour
More beats into our hearts just to survive
Crescendos of sweat covered symphonies
Played danger with our chaos intertwined
I became your wild, slutty, nympho-tease
Absorbing what was once left of your mind
I am telling myself it was just sex
That's how you respond. You just disconnect.
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