“Now every night she plays the sad game”…

bed

~

Regret was for the morning…
Not the here and now…

She should have seen the warning…
But eyes were blind somehow…

Now the feeling lingers…
Deep within her soul…

Wishing that his fingers…
Were there to take control…

Of her willing body…
That aches beyond belief…

Letting out a violent plea…
To bring her some relief…

And as she lays on the bed…
She remembers all the times…

He would fuck, with her head…
Yet make her feel so fine…

The way he would annoy her…
Get underneath her skin…

But all her paranoia…
Evaporated whilst playing…

When bodies were entwined…
With passion so very loud…

He fucked her body & her mind…
Leaving her floating on a cloud…

Giving herself to him…
Like a slave to the master…

Revelling in the dark sin…
And the orgasm she was after…

But all good things end…
As she was never his at all…

She was just his starlight friend…
She was just a night time call…

And he took full advantage…
As she never put up a fight…

Those moments were enchanted…
But he never stayed the night…

Now she lays there sadly…
Wondering if they’ll meet again…

Needing him so badly…
And slowly going insane…

~

9 responses to ““Now every night she plays the sad game”…

  1. Really, sad. I always wonder what it is about these kinds of relationships that are so temporarily gratifying. Is it hope or denial? Or something more primal..? Thank you for creating such an emotionally rich scene!

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