Needed

Ive forgotten what it feels like to be wanted, needed He certainly does not speak of his need in words He does not show it in his actions Unless i am to take those few moments Where he pulls me close to his warmth and falls asleep Surely he still swears his love But more and more it seems routine He makes no attempt to pull my young body to his No longer does he run his hands over my ample curves My slender hips built for motherhood My supple breasts which perk at the remembrance of his cupping palms Hands now turned greedy when the few moments come that he expresses his male need to release I needed? At the notion i scoff This caveman of a lover knows less of need than a newborn Mistake me not it is in understanding that he dwells within a cave When put to use he is more than perfect as a lover Selfish bastard. Laughing at my words. He understands nothing And so i have been allowed to forget the blessing of being someones need