What made you think I'd love you again?
Certainly not your tongue on my lips,
pushing open to taste whats inside.
Nor the heat from your body
against my thighs,
or the weight of your hand on my breast.
No exchange of sexual energy can erase
the queasiness of betrayal,
excuses, empty promises and nights alone.
Nothing you can say can persuade me to stay.
No words spoken you have not already said.
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