(Him)

 (you) were the first man to cut into my soul and all you had to use were your hands, your tongue and your beautiful lies that sounded like metaphors.
I haven't heard from you since our last conversation, and yes I miss you
Our passion used to be so strong, 3am Thursday nights, little black dresses, way too many cocktails, not even halfway through the door and our clothes were already off..passion.
I went looking for someone like you but I can't and I don't want to cry anymore so hold me, gently..
one kiss turned into three and my knees already gave up, you control me and you know it.
You rolled off of me, our heavy breaths filled the room with music. You didn't hold me when I reached for you, again.