Lukewarm Lover
Hold fast, my unwept tears; rest hard my heart,
he is not worthy of my devotion.
Raw attraction ensnared me at the start,
ardour an all-consuming emotion.
Lying in the aftermath of passion,
what is left to show of love? No caress?
It seems tenderness is out of fashion;
no warm embrace, no kiss to second guess.
His come to bed eyes, having had their way
now seem devoid of warm, caring senses;
if I snuggle, he thinks I want more play,
I can find no way through his defences.
So as I leave I know I won’t be back,
I won’t be thought a nymphomaniac!
Lynn Dye
Sun 17th Apr 2016 20:21
Thank you both!
Well, I think most women do really, LCPTB ;o)
And Rose, goodness thanks for 'girly' - don't get called that too often at my age, ha ha.