shame

To do with being used while you still love the person, a feeling I know all too well

Straps fumbled and rolled down,
Skin on skin
Lips to my neck
hot air exhaled in
Skirt pulled up
You go in
This is love isnt it?
Pace rushed
Kisses that smother
They're on their way back
The text reads, from your mother
Zipper up,
Buttons a mess
fingers trembling against my chest
This is love isn't it?
Out the door
Shut away, noone must know
I'm not ready, you say
My thighs ache
Warmth trickling down as I walk alone
Talk later you say
So I wait.
But your word is never kept, days pass
Then you text
My body used I know
but when I still love you
I can't let you go
Its my only assurance of seeing you again
Yet, love, I do not know where that went