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
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