No Strings attached... apparently

My delicate flower,
How you do love to be rough with me,
But the very essence of you,
To me its quite contradictory.
You broke all my barriers,
Sensually picking apart my walls,
Yet we both know me foolish
To have let them down at all.
Your kisses, touches and actions,
They were never shy of desire,
And I thought I could handle it,
Protect myself from the fire.
But as time passed, our joining more intense,
You only got further beneath my skin.
And yet I relished in what you offered, 
Thinking maybe I could still win;
Could still walk away with my heart unscathed, 
Committing our delicious liaisons to memory,
There to stay, never to be replayed,
Letting sleeping lions sleep, not to be free.
So why is it, when I lay awake sleepless,
You I want touching me, pleasing me through the night?
I know I shouldn't, I know it wrong to,
But just recently I haven't the heart to fight.
Giving up, throwing caution to the wind, 
I beg you to come fill me once more.
Fill me with passion, lust, desire and satisfaction,
The stuff you give that makes my heart soar.
For I know all too well when morning breaks,
Bringing reality bounding back in..
"In another life, we'd be amazing"