Saw my former flame on a rainy day,
He smiled that same smile which blows me away,
Stopping his Ferrari, he pulled over to the side,
He looked up to ask me if I'd like a ride.
Strapped fast into that warm, red, leather seat,
The cold now replaced by a curious heat,
His whispered invite was clear over the sound,
Of the Beyonce music playing in the background.
My blood is now pounding with desire and fear,
A voice is telling me that I should get out of here,
His hand finds my knee, "Just one last round?"
Now the make love music is blaring out loud.
In minutes and seconds it's skin on skin,
Lips on my neck, fingers on my chin,
Sighs in the air as I breathe him in,
Sweat on the seats as we dive into sin.
Losing sense of time, forgetting my name,
I'm deep in that sea of sweetness and pain,
And he keeps on lying that I am the one,
A throwaway price for the hours of fun.
My mind's in rebellion, my heart screams from pain,
But my voice still does nothing but call out his name,
As the games come to end, I keep wondering why,
I'm braced for a crash while he is on high.
The candles are out, the fire has burned away,
And with some random excuse that he's late for the day,
He drops me off at some random freeway,
He doesn't look back as he drives away.
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PoesíaCollege was the time when she fell in love, with someone she thought could never love her back. Little did she know... Act I: Just Like That, Everything Begins Scene 1: Last Night's Dream Scene 2: Amorte Scene 3: Unrea...
