How comes?

When we met you were bold
Full of bravado and affront
What you lacked in technique you made up for in confidence
And a beautiful willingness to be present
Present
Here
Now
Seeing
Me
When I stripped, your jaw dropped
When I touched you your breath caught in your throat
When I made you come your scream started in your toenails
And I swear your tremors shook the sky
You say you still love me...
So how come we not fucking anymore?
I moved into your house and it became our little dungeon
Reluctant to have friends over because the aura of us cumming was seared into the walls
We overused each inch of the house so much letting anyone else sit on our couch felt sacrilegious
Making it from the bath to the bedroom was running the gauntlet
Taking a shower was foreplay
With handcuffs and nipple clamps we added pages to the kama sutra
How did we lose that?
You say you still love me...
How come we not fucking anymore?
Chocolate skin kept supple with cocoa butter
You said I am the smoothest thing you ever seen
Beauty personified
Said having me made you feel like you had a little piece of heaven
And every time we fucked felt like the first time
Made you wanna celebrate
Roses and red wine were staples
You say you still love me...
So how come we not fucking anymore
Lady Saw on the stereo
Ass bumping, I drop it like it's hot
Shaking it like my mama never taught me
You lick the sweat from my body
My fingers wrote memories on your skin
You said you loved the way my titties roll
The way my nipples come erect just from your smile
They still do
And you say you still love me...
So how come we not fucking anymore?
You dressing to go out
I lie in bed watching you
Chocolate skin glistens as you apply olive oil
Body parts bouncing around with your mindless self massage
Scents fill my nostrils and latent memories stir
They build unaided and my body screams for yours
But my lips stay silent
We've had this talk before
And my mind process your words
But I look at your body and the calls mine makes yours don't answer
And after all the intellectual discourse
I just still want to know
How come
How come
I want you to tell my aching crotch
If you really do still love me
HOW COME WE NOT FUCKING ANYMORE!!!